Summer Poem

In Room Five we are learning to write poems. We read a poem writing by MARCI RIDLON. We had to start every new poem with saying "Remember that time when" and they always ended with "That was summer." Here it is.

Summer

Remember that time

when you jumped into the water

fully dressed and it felt like

a half heated pool

with rocks?

Remember how you clambered out,

swaying back and forth

because of the weight?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you were in the

bush and you had

heaps of hook grass

on your pants?

Remember how the

buzzing and the

water trickling sounded?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when someone or

something pushed you

in the water without you knowing?

Remember how you felt as you fell through the air,

angry (but not really) because

you were going to jump in anyway

and when you hit the water it felt nice?

That was summer.