Summer

April 27, 2009
By Molly Bank BRONZE, Edina, Minnesota
Molly Bank BRONZE, Edina, Minnesota
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Each day we wake before the sun can rise;
Still half asleep we must do work and learn;
Through the windows we see the bright blue skies;
To be outside is what we all do yearn.
The cold winter is coming to an end;
Yet still inside is where we must remain;
No time to play, our wants we have to fend;
Sitting all day we can hardly stay sane.
Then home we go, our backpacks stuffed with books;
We do more work without the time for fun;
If it’s not done we get our parents’ looks;
This is why we count the days till we’re done.

Summer has come, at last we are set free;

We play and have fun without a worry.


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