I know it’s that time again,
I see flowers growing all around,
Feeling that warm breeze on my face.
To a beach, we all race,
Ice cream, cool drinks, oh how fun!
Swimming under the beaming sun,
When it ends, how sad I’ll be.
Oh, how happy you made me,
Waiting ‘til you come back around,
Summertime, why won’t you stay year ‘round.
--Maria D., 9th-12th Grade