The warm breeze whips through my hair
As I pluck up a dandelion and blow.
I think about this season,
This beautiful Summer that will soon go.
As the seeds float out into the air,
Away from my small, fluffy flower
I think of school, of work.
Of responsibilities that make me glower.
I dream of essays, tests, and quizzes.
Of homework piled up by the tons.
Of angered, pointing teachers,
Of P.E. and miles I'll have to run.
As each seed glides out onto the wind
I list another end-of-school horror;
More pressure, more stress,
Not to mention the weather won't be warmer.
But, as I name these awful things,
I realize that there's more to school.
There are friends and Winter, talking to others,
Plenty of activities to do!
No boredom, no loneliness,
Only cozy, fireside studies
With coffee mugs and snacks
And chatter with best buddies.
I list off other, new ideas as seeds drift,
More things I don't hate and dread,
And I realize I don't completely despise school.
In fact, I quite enjoy it instead.
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My Poetry Dump
PoetryThese are basically just poems I've written. I'll continue to post my poems here, just because I'm kind of proud of them and I want them to be out there. Some of them aren't perfect, but oh well. So if you like poems, this is for you. Warning: It ge...
