I’m from the seasons that never end
They repeat themselves,
Repeat their memories.
I’m from Fall,
The way the leaves crunch beneath my feet,
The brisk, cool air that brushes past my face,
The giggles of children on Halloween night,
The Jack-O-Lanterns flickering in the wind.
I’m from Winter,
The sips of hot chocolate beside the fire,
The warm, cozy socks I place on my feet,
The frost that covers the solid ground,
The snow I never stopped wishing for.
I’m from Spring,
The inevitable fear of bees I have,
The sight of blossoming flowers,
The views of life awakening once again,
The beautiful, vibrant colors.
I’m from Summer,
The freedom from all responsibility,
The warm sun against my skin,
The swinging on a swing set, embracing the heat,
The splashing of water in the refreshing pool.
I’m from the seasons
The never ending seasons,
That are still shaping my life today.
This is actually a poem I had to write for Literature class.... Figured I should put it up for feedback before I turn it in(:
The only guidelines he gave us was to have it be an "I'm From..." poem...
Please let me know what you think!