the way
its the grass burrs stickig to your sock
its the way the water looks wen you skip a rock.
its the water glistening when the sun hits just right.
its how it looks even prettier reflecting th moon night.
Its cold lemonade, and cookous too.
its finding shaped clouds, in the sky thats so blue.
its swimsuits and flipflops, even sunscreen.
its bare feet and the sand that falls in between
its pool side day, and a sun so hot.
its memories being made, but never forgot.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world