It's fresh dew on a blade grass,
And Catching a big bass.
It's time with those you love,
And bird watching for a little dove.
It's rain all day,
And over after May.
It's the popping up of little flowers,
And staying out for hours.
It's the last time you'll be at school with friends
Well, at least until August begins.
It's time to be outside,
Even if it is too cold to ride the tide.
It's where fun will be found,
While green covers the ground.
It's just the start,
For summer is the best part.
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Poems
PoetryThis is a collection of poems all written by me, they could just be were I take a word and run with it, or the mood I'm in, a story I heard, the past, the present ,or the future. No matter the content it is up to you to decide what it means.
