Summer
The sun beats down on the sand already bubbling with heat,
The water splashes on the serene blue water of the ocean,
The ocean we don't even know,
A fire crackles in the yard next door,
A marshmallow hangs on to a stick awaiting its unpredictable fate,
An owl screeches from deep in the woods,
The screech makes the hair on my neck stand up,
Summer keeps us sane, lets us keep going, gets us ready to start all over again,
The break from the chaos, a moment of peace.
-Ireland Laxton, freshman
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