Jamie Smith Summer MemoryRunning in the field The prickly grass against my toes Spinning freely in a circle Smiling as the wind rushes towards my face. I take off my tiny flip-flops One and then the other. I slowly place my feet in the sand As the water comes closer to me with every wave. The water is refreshing Freezing water against the sweltering heat. I stay afloat in the water Tightly held in by my swimming ring. I stay until my mother comes She lifts me up, leaving my floating ring behind. She places me on the beach And I walk to where my towel awaits me. Sand sticks to the bottom of my feet Behind me, my mother sweeps me up She takes me up into her arms And flies me to my towel I lie down, The warmth of the sun directly against my wet skin. I start to close my eyes The excitement slowly leaves my face, But still remains in my heart.
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