Summer

Just a little poem as I slave away during finals.

The last days of school are full of longing,
of dreams and future plans belonging
to a distance near
But not quite here
I count and list and look outside
to see a field so vast and wide
I miss my family, town, and home
But through my notes I must comb
to secure an even further goal
One that weighs on my frightened soul
But right now I am in a daze
of sunlight, dew, and misty haze,
of Popsicles, sleepovers, and barbecues
of rest, play, and time to muse
A car, rest station, country tour
are what my restless heart yearns for
My stomach churns in anticipation
for the blissful days of first vacation