Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Summer

Summer

Summer is the distinctive smell of the
dandelion fuzz, the smell of fresh air, dad’s legs.
Summer is the the taste of ice cold Coca Cola the taste of cold lemonade, and the hot, smoky taste of the barbie.
Summer is sound of slurpee Coca Cola, of the leaves rustling in the wind, the waves crashing upon the shore.
Summer is a sight to see, there are beautiful trees rustling in the wind, and big blue waves slamming upon the beach, the white sunscreen smeared across dad’s face.
Summer is the feel of warmth, the burning sand on my feet, and summer breeze blowing across my face.

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