Summer
This poem is by my 14 year old daughter Kate. A chip of the old block.
Summer by Kate o Boyle.
Sun kissed skin.
Lying under the trees.
Feeling that summer breeze
The water crashing onto the sand.
Ice creams melting in your hand.
Just watch as days grow longer.
Down the beach the teenagers wonder.
Looking at the light of the bonfire.
The music just gets higher and higher.
As the sun comes up, they still dance along.
Knowing their school alarm is not on.
There are so many adventures that await.
So the reckless teenagers clean their slate.
Are you looking for the wild, reckless, fun and free?
Summer is the place, they wait, for you and me.
By Kate o Boyle.
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