an online journal of student writing
By Ethan R.
Itís when the flowers bloom, you can
Start going to the park to play.
Can count down the days to school, you
can lie in the grass and look at the
Blue sky. You
can bring your drum
Out and play for a spider while it
Twists its web. You
can go to the library
and read a book, or you could just stay home
Listen to music while the fire calms your bones.