That was summer

In our class we wrote a poem about summer. We got our inspiration from the poem summer by  Marci
Ridlon.

That Was Summer

Remember that time

when the waves

were crashing down

on the beach

pulling you slightly

every time,

the sand deforming

every step you take?

Remember how the

rocks rolled away

after you pushed them?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you hit the water

in the pool

or hit the ground

after jumping off

a pile of rocks

or the time when

you saw the clouds

swiftly blow away

in the wind?

Remember how the waves

nearly stole your shoes?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you drank L&P

at the car park

with your bare feet

getting burnt by the hot ground

or when you went to the waterfall

and stood on a rock in the water

and thought “I’m the king of my own island”?

Remember how the time

came when you had to go?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you went

swimming in the river

when your dad said

not to

or when the iron

from the tracks on the digger

felt like flaming hot lava

or when the rocks

hurt your feet

when you were at the river?

Remember how the

sand covered your

feet and the heat made you

want to stay there forever?

That was summer.