I know summer. . .
The smell of salty beach waves,
The barbecues,
The sweet lemonade from the childrens' twenty-five lemonade stands.
I know summer. . .
'Hey, don't splash me!", " Twenty-five cents, get your lemonade!"
"Hey, ice cream man! Wait! Dont forget me!"
I know summer.
by Sarah N.
I know music. . .
The smell of new wood in the hollow of an acoustic guitar,
The smooth glassy texture of piano keys,
The bronze shine of a new trombone.
I know music. . .
" I love that song," " Pick up the tempo"," Strum a G chord."
I know music.
by Julie S.
I know baseball. . .
The sound of solid pine and rubber clashing,
The diving catches,
The errant throws,
The clutch plays.
I know baseball. . .
" Get em' out here, kid!" " You can do it!" " One more to go!," "Strike three you're out!"
I know baseball.
by: Mike O'D.
I know basketball. . .
The nasty smell of sweat,
The sweet smell of Gatorade.
I know basketball.
" Get the rebound," " Shoot it," "Pass it," " Hustle," " Terrific job,"
I know basketball.
by Mike D.
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