Opinion & Commentary
Share a summertime memory in poetry or prose. A favorite place, a funny experience, a realization, insight, inspiration, or something that just says summer to you. Your storytelling has the potential to be published in Seven Days' Kids VT section. [Photo: "Perspectives" by emiliaw._, YWP]
I would
get up and
run
out to the yard,
would dance with trees
running up to grab its
leaves
and spin in my
pink skirt,
I would pretend
I was a princess
It wasn't hot for once. Ohio remains hot every summer but the night seems to be like cold water poured over a fire pit:
the heat lightens up but the smoke of it hangs in the air, the remnants of what it was before.