When Summer Comes

March 19, 2009
By Christian Sassano BRONZE, South Bend, Indiana
Christian Sassano BRONZE, South Bend, Indiana
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When summer comes

Like a breath of fresh air;

When summer comes and alleviates all my stresses

To remind me of the good things in life;

When summer comes

Like a sunrise;

I want to get back in the swing of things;

Make up for lost time.

And therefore as I look upon everything

As a workweek

And I await the paid vacation,

And I loosen my laces as it approaches,

And I think of each past break, as different,

As lesser,

And each of them building upon each other,

Advancing towards a climax;

And each of them gazing,

Up to what lies in store.

When it’s over, I want to say: throughout the summer

I was aloof as could be,

Lived according to Timon and Pumba.

When it’s over, I don’t want to ask

What I accomplished,

I don’t want to have to second guess,

Or look back.

I want this summer to be worth the wait.

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