Title: Summer
by Charlotte from Lancashire | in writing, poetry
Bright skies
Kites fly high.
Not a single cloud in view
This day seems too good to be true.
Walks in the park
Brown is the colour of the trees' bark
Ponds glittering
Nobody can be seen littering.
Summer doesn't last forever
Be clever
It's a time to relax
Leave the hair wax.
I just like writing poems that ryhme about weather and seasons.
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