By Carissa Kidner
Summer is the sun on my bright red cheeks.
Summer is the laughter of people at the beach.
The jacaranda falling around my feet.
Summer is the juice of a ripe warm peach.
Summer is the season when I swim like a fish.
Summer is the time for Santa we wish.
The time we feast on a tasty dish.
Summer means toffee and turkeys that taste delish.
In summer long days draw out, they tend.
In summer gifts and cards we send.
New Year’s fireworks through the skies, they bend.
Holidays and sleeping in. I wish summer would never end.