Summer poem

Summer
By Caitlin Connor

The feeling of the warm summer breeze on your skin
& the sun beating on your back
From the smell of bonfires & barbeques
To playing tag in the pitch black
The thrill of chasing the ice cream truck
And the satisfaction of getting a snack
The feeling of a belly flop
Leaving the sound of a smack
Knowing that the school year is near
Wanting not to slack
Summer nights soon coming to an end
Not wanting to go back

where i'm from.

Where I’m From
By Caitlin Connor

I’m from Lincoln logs
And playdoh
From candy land
To Chutes & Ladders
I am from the Power Puff Girls
And Teletubbies
From my parents couting down from 5
To being grounded when they got to 0

I’m from sketchers
And Garfield band-aids
From the ice cream man’s truck
And the song it would play

I’m the ripe apple from the tree
Waiting to be picked.