A Short Poem About A Summer Trip

Standing in line

For your bags to be checked

Sitting around

For the plane to come

Shuffling in the plane…

You open your eyes.

Beauty.

A giant resort,

Surrounded by trees.

Ponds glimmering in the moonlight.

Warmth hits you, saying

Relax.

You smile, and that smile turns into a grin.

“I think this is gonna be the best week ever.”

Posted in response to the challenge Summertime.

abigail_and_bean

VT

14 years old

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