Seeing Stars

I feel the school year coming.

and I'm desperately trying to hold onto my summer.

I don't want the homework, the funny-smelling hallways and the cranky teachers.

I want to watch the stars come out

and feel the warm summer air.

I want to roll in the grass, and walk barefoot.

I want to feel the chlorine in my hair and the sandals on my feet.

I want to feel the sun on my skin and in my eyes.

I want to climb trees and go higher and higher.....

I'm not ready to let go.