That Was Summer

In class we have been writing a poem about summer. We were inspired when we read a summer poem by Marci Ridlon. We had to start each verse with “Remember that time.”  We had to make a long question then another little question after, starting, “Remember how…? We ended each verse with “That Was Summer.” Here is my poem.

Remember that time

when the grass went all brown

and the hot hot sun caused a drought

or that time when you first leapt into the hot car

and drove to the beach

and you sprinted across the hot sand beach  

and you were boiling hot?

Remember how the bees were buzzing around you?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you jumped into the warm water

when you went surfing

and when you went on trips with your family

and you heard dogs barking in the car

or when you collapsed to the ground?

Remember how you had fun with your friends?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when you ate your yummy lunch

or the time you were dashing through the long green grass

and you stopped running and wanted to go again

or the big white puffy clouds

or the waves crashing into rocks

and when you felt the cold breeze?

Remember how you spent family time at Christmas?

That was summer.

Remember that time

when the big storms hit

and that time it caused lots of damage to the cities and towns

when people’s roofs went flying off

and that time when the huge raindrops splattered down

or when the hail smashed down disintegrating into little pieces

or when the huge hail pieces smacked your window

or that time when you needed five blankets to keep you warm

and when your clothes got drenched outside on the clothesline?

Remember how you were going to play outside but you couldn’t?

That was summer.