by ASHLYN BENNER
I wandered over grassy hills
Searching for some last minute thrills.
Before summer came to an end
I traveled to the riverbend
Where water trickled o’er my feet
And I knew summer was complete.
I dreamed there would be school no more;
Then teachers opened up their doors.
As we learned about art and math
I went back to my summer path.
One hundred eighty days to go
‘Til I’m back to the hills I know.