Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Summer

Summer
Slowly
Beckons me
Away from fluorescent lights
Far from tests and papers
With its whispering waves
And the sun against my skin
I stare at the clock
Will it ever arrive?
After hours and days and weeks and months
The weather turns warmer
The skies turn clearer
The sun turns brighter
And the summer
Beckons me
Slowly




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback