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A Wish for Summer


Oh, how I can’t wait for summer to be here. The warm weather, the freedom from school, the swimming in the pool, the camping trips, and wearing shorts again. Spring is almost here. And, after that, is summer. It will come, eventually, and I’ll be waiting with an open heart and a happy grin on my face when it does.



Through the Fields


She walks through the fields,
The wind blowing through her dark hair.
As she drifts, she sails on the wind.

With pale arms outstretched, she sings.
Her songs are of new love,
Intertwined hearts, and lovely days.

Bare feet waltz through the grass,
Dancing with the breeze
That carries aromas of daisies and roses.

Flowers braided in her hair,
Freckles turned up to the sun,
She leaps and twirls through her peaceful haven.

She cries, she laughs, she ponders.
She basks in the sun,
Which is her constant friend.

She is the Wanderer,
The Queen of Nature,
The Dancer.

She is the Singer.
She sings in the refreshing rain,
And she sings under the rays of her friend.

And through all, she dances,
Skipping softly around
Her sea of weeds.

Her true home,
Her make-believe garden,
Her blissful sanctuary.

This poem is posted on TeenInk over here. (Please, please, PLEASE rate it!)


I found a poem about flowers that I wrote around the same time as this one. I’m currently re-making it so I can have a version that doesn’t seem so… well, badly written (my writing skills back then were awful. Not that they’re too much better now ;p). So here’s what I’ve got so far:



The rose says I’m sorry,
And many other things.
Sometimes they’re sharp,
But sometimes they’re soft.


The rose says I’m sorry,
I love you,
And many other things.
The thorns are sharp,
The petals soft.
Overall, it is beautiful.

And the other three verses (lily, tulip, and sunflower) need to be changed. Completely. But I will never get rid of the original poem, because it’s beautiful in a childish sense. So I’m keeping it, forever.

Hope you liked it! : )


The Garden

My neighbor has a huge garden. My mom jokingly refers to it a small farm. Recently, he asked me to take some pictures of it so he can record it and show off all his hard work.


I’m back from camp, but I’m leaving again! While I was there, I decided to work next week and the last week of July. I’ll be back on Tuesday night this time, but not until late. I’ll tell you more about it when I get back.