The First Day of Summer?!

The bright green grass all warm between my toes,

Seems to whisper of the coming summer,

So I yearn for that promised sweet repose,

While bumblebees bump into spring’s flower.

Oh, overbrim-filled with impatience, am I

For popsicles and lemonade to slurp,

It seems a shame to let this day slip by,

Or so say the happy spring birds that chirp.

My concentration on school work rivals

That of my fourth-grade-self on such a day,

Hearing tetherball chains clinking their poles,

Knowing that after school I’d get to play

Outside, where the smell of newly mowed grass

Overwhelms the very mention of class.