By: Harriet McKane

June
creatures buzzing in thick swarms
itchy skin
misty air creeping around wet ground
bell-like bird calls cut through tall trees
rays of golden light dapple pine needle covered ground
bare feet bounce through fiery dandelion fields
old mud from spring remains under the lush grass
lake water touches our skin for the first time this year
summer has begun

July
cold blue skies are shattered by bright popping colors
dry air replaces June’s wet muggy smog
soft muzzles touch our hands
hoof prints in a dusty arena
water buckets and stalls
a sky blue pool
splashing our faces with cool water
laughter

August
heat pounds down on the earth
from a clementine orange sun
a never ending road to an unknown destination
black and white cats plopped on a hardwood floor
bonfires
a squealing pig
new country and Taylor Swift
a road trip
roller coasters and fried dough

September
tips of leaves fade into electric orange
acorns hit the brown grass
heat fades into crisp cool breezes
a last dip in our favorite pond
squirrels scatter
the mid-coast summer has ended
 

 

Harriet McKane is 13 years old; she lives in Wiscasset, Maine.  Harriet likes to ride a chestnut mare named Chase; she has a crazy bunny named Nyla and she plays the flute.

 

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