25 June 2012
Strawberries are red. With yellow dots. They will keep me fed. And I love them a lot.
They are sweet and cool. In the summer they rule.
I like them with Ice cream. Oh, what a sweet dream.
This summer I have stuff to do. I have to write and share here with you.
Then I have my birthday coming up. It makes my age jumps a jump.
Just to reach one more year. Of happiness and no fear.
I would start in a new school. Not thinking about it much, it's summer not cool.
I will get in this different world. Where I am responsible for everything I have been learning and told.
Cause that knowledge is what I need to this new world. I don't know what I wrote and I wish I could.
A Poem About Stuff • Opuss № I