Summer poem
Remember that time
when the grass shimmied in the summer sun
or when the waves thrashed against the sparkling sand
and the boats drifted in the calm sea.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the breeze softened your skin
and the sand shrank into your toes while you ran
or when the freezing cold water sprayed you.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the dolphins smashed against the water when it hit them
or when the greedy seagulls squawked for food
and the waves crashed against the shore.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the roasted chicken was roasting on the barbecue
or when the fruit was ripening on the fruit trees
and all the mussels were between the rocks.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when we tried that tasty kahawai
or the fishtastic snapper
and don't for get the sushi.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the grass shimmied in the summer sun
or when the waves thrashed against the sparkling sand
and the boats drifted in the calm sea.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the breeze softened your skin
and the sand shrank into your toes while you ran
or when the freezing cold water sprayed you.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the dolphins smashed against the water when it hit them
or when the greedy seagulls squawked for food
and the waves crashed against the shore.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when the roasted chicken was roasting on the barbecue
or when the fruit was ripening on the fruit trees
and all the mussels were between the rocks.
That was summer.
Remember that time
when we tried that tasty kahawai
or the fishtastic snapper
and don't for get the sushi.
That was summer.
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