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Here are a few summer poems by teens I found online. Enjoy a young perspective.<\/p>\nHere are a few summer poems by teens I found online. Enjoy a young perspective.<\/p>\n
The butterflies are floating through the air.
\nThe grass is green,
\nand the trees are tall.
\nAs the wind whistles through my hair,
\nI let life pass me by.
\nAs time ticks and the clock goes by,
\nthe flowers grow taller as life passes me by.
\nAnd I dream of floating right on by.
\nBut now it’s time to stop dreaming,
\nand wake up to a hot summer day.<\/p>\n
I am privy to the sweetness
\nOf endless summer days,
\nLittle girls with bouncing ponytails
\nEnjoying life in many ways.<\/p>\n
Verdant trees with lush green branches
\nSeem to shimmer with delight,
\nWhile wild bird song opens us
\nTo joy so very bright.<\/p>\n
Pity the soul who does not see
\nHow summertime is made for glee.
\nThe steady hum of cricket song
\nComforts the poor heart
\nAll night long.<\/p>\n
A sweet slice of summer
\nOn a hot afternoon:
\nA day at the beach,
\nEating a delicious peach.
\nAs you take a big old bite,
\nYou feel the juice begin to run.
\nThis is summertime fun.<\/p>\n
Warm midnight falling.
\nStars shining, dancing brightly.
\nPeaceful all at once.<\/p>\n
Untitled\u00a0 <\/strong>\u00a9 Raheim Robinson\u00a0 age 16\u00a0 Published: May 2015<\/p>\n Longer days and shorter nights, <\/p>\n Remember:<\/p>\n Win a $20 VISA card. Write a review of Tasman- An Innocent Convict’s Struggle for Freedom<\/em>. Post it on Amazon, Goodreads, and Facebook and be entered for a random drawing held quarterly in 2018. The next drawing: June 30th. Details on the door hangers and on www.tasman\/paddyeger.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Here are a few summer poems by teens I found online. Enjoy a young perspective. As Time Passes Me By\u00a0 \u00a9 Alice G.\u00a0 Published: June 2014 The butterflies are floating through the air. The grass is green, and the trees are tall. As the wind whistles through my hair, I let life pass me by. As time ticks and the clock goes by, the flowers grow taller as life passes me by. And I dream of floating right on by. But now it’s time to stop dreaming, and wake up to a hot summer day. Bliss Of Summer\u00a0 \u00a9 Judith...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[130,268],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry","category-random-drawing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2119","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2119"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2119\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2191,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2119\/revisions\/2191"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paddyeger.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDarker shades and brighter lights.
\nLouder music and wilder friends,
\nNo need for pencils, no need for pens!<\/p>\n