Summertime Poems!

By Lisa Dixon | Posted: Thursday February 25, 2016

Room 14 have been working on writing poems about our Summer holidays... we based these on our memories of our holidays and using our senses to bring these ideas to life. Please enjoy this selection:)

That Was Summer

Remember Summer?

Remember when pink lush spots covered our bodies that made us itch like ants had covered our bodies?

Remember that time when the giant ball of butter in the sky melted onto our faces leaving red marks?

That was Summer

Remember the time we traveled in the boat where the cool breeze gently brushed against our faces?

Remember the sound of firework filling the sky as the silence shatters into nothing?

That was Summer

Remember the yellow sand in our shoes that never wanted to leave?

Remember when we came to the house with headaches and we had to hose all the sand off?

Remember the time we had to to leave and the dread that came after us?

Remember that time we were on the plane? Leaving happy Summer memories behind?

That was Summer

Annabelle Stewart

That was Summer

Remember rushing inside after a boiling hot day?

And pouring yourself a large glass of water

Grasping the glass tightly like a monkey clinging to a tree.

Remember tipping the fresh water down your throat?

How it felt so refreshing as the water gushed down your gullet?

That was Summer

Remember lying awake at night?

The heat seeping into your bedroom, making it too hot to sleep?

All your sheets scattered on the floor like chocolate wrappers as you drowned in hot sweat

The loud droning noise of the fan like a jet engine

As it blew a gentle breeze that made the curtains sway side to side

Remember glancing at the clock

Counting each sleepless hour that drifted by?

That was Summer

Remember waking up to the sound of birds chirping merrily?

And the golden sun shining between the curtains

Casting a light into your bedroom?

Remember tiptoeing into the living room trying not to wake anyone?

Wanting to jump onto the computer before anyone else had a chance?

Remember telling yourself afterwards that you were actually going to do something that day

But just ending up flopping on the couch for the rest of the day like a dead fish?

That was Summer'

Kate Waters

That Was Summer

Remember that time

when you went biscuiting?

Being dragged across the lake,

Cold, fresh water splashing into

your squinting eyes?

The sound of the boat’s engine

barely heard through the crashes and splashes

of the rough water?

The shores of lake flying past you?

That was Summer.

Remember when you went bike riding with your friend?

The rays of the sun pelting down on your necks,

navigating through the broken, abandoned roads

like two ants crawling through the pavement?

Riding as fast as your bikes would let you,

The empty backcountry looking desolate and pretty at the same time?

That was Summer.

Remember that night when you were cooking the sausages for the family?

The sausages sizzling as quietly as the breeze,

The steam rising high above your head,

The savoury smell clawing at the hunger in your rumbling stomach?

The sausages cooking surprisingly well on the old, worn barbeque?

That was Summer.

~Ethan Montaner~

Remember the hot air wafting out of the car when you open the door?

Remember the seaweed tangling around your ankles pulling you into the muddy sand?

Remember the grains of sand rubbing between your toes like sandpaper on your skin?

That was Summer.

Remember watching the tip of your fishing line waiting for any type of movement?

Remember watching the fly, swatting them just before they reached your food?

Remember watching the sprinkler going round and round waiting to push you brother in?

That was Summer.

Remember the sound of birds flying in between the trees leaving a trail of destruction behind them?

Remember the never ending sound of cicadas in the bushes?

Remember the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach like tiny tsunamis wiping out the tiny villages of sand and shells?

That was Summer.

By Sophie Masters