June 2, 2009
By Anonymous

In the spring air, I stand outside watching the wind carry leaves and the sweet smell of the green fields bursting with color, as the mist of the lake water spraying my face, my dog barking as we play and swim in the chilly water, fishing off that big rock on the lonely point casting under the blistering sun, getting too hot to stand it so I take off my shirt and hop in, my dad barbequing at camp, hot dogs roasting over the fire, and the burgers getting burnt crisp by my father’s mad cooking skills, just the way a spring break should be.

The author's comments:
I put this together after i got back from my spring break.

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