sjsprWriting

It is the time of the year

Where there is no fear

All the flowers cheer

Because it is finally their time to appear

The bugs swivel and sway

While the days pass on in the month of May

The Birds chirp throughout the day

And my friendly neighbor says to me “A fine day, today”

Oh, how I will miss my adventurous trips to the lake

And my mom’s famous milk shakes

I will miss the nights I stayed wide awake

For This will be my last Spring Break