The sun shines on our backs
Whispy clouds above
Wind whistles through the pines
Summer days we love.
Hook and line in water
Climbing all the trees
Running through wet grass
Scraping up our knees.
Feeding ducks our bread crusts
Wading in the pond
Trying to catch crawfish
Drying on the lawn.
Scratched up by the briers
Twigs caught in our hair
The perfect hiking stick
Searching for a bear.
Cartwheels on hot asphalt
Muddied, barefoot feet
Collecting stones for skipping
Racing down the street.
Picking wild berries
Jumping off the swings
Mosquitos eat us up
The dinner bell rings.
Kitchen smells like heaven
Grab another friend
Carolina summer
Wish it'd never end.
Carolina Summer Kylie Puetzer 8-1 Poetry
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