June

The blue sky soars with promise
hope
inspiration.
School can barely even count as school
and before I know it
it's over,
an end
and yet a beginning all the same.
And then it's full of
jumping into the pool
or splashing in the pond
feet scraping its muddy bottom.
It's full of
sitting on the hammock
in the golden glory of evening
feet sinking into the grass.
There's packing for camp
the trunk layed out on my bedroom carpet
yet another new beginning.
There's sleepovers with my friends
cramming them all into the remaining few weeks
before I leave for the summer.
Then,
finally, finally 
I go to camp
the magical place I love more than anything
at the very end of June
the cherry on top
of the best month in existence.

star

NH

16 years old

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