Hi! This is a poem I thought of while thinking of starting the horrible 5th grade. I noticed the tree in our front yard was becoming yellow, and falling with the autaum wind. (I also realized the grass in our backyard also might as well wither away) It's a nice time in the place I live, and it's the perfect time to get out of the house before winter barges in. Have a great school year! NOTE: If you can't read the writing in the project, here it is ;) Summer is passing slowly With a warm breeze That used to be the burden heat That swarmed us daily The cooling wind Blowing through The falling leaves dyed warm colors Shorts are fine But a little cold for that A perfect weather For yummy picnics No mosquitoes to bite at our skin The itchiness fading With every less people in swimming pools School starts, with grunting students But glad there's friends To share the sorrow Teachers yelling, halls crowded Breezy days Changing trees Yellow children filled buses That's how we know Summer is passing Thank you!
The backdrop is from wallpapercave.com I'm also going to be using this in a contest. Or the other poetry I've written. I worked really hard on every single poetry. Thank you for your time on looking!
