Summer

my first poem I wrote.

I bend down as I
reach my hand to
touch the sand.
I feel the hot, soft feeling
of summer.

I look over at the blue ocean
I let all the memories disspear that
I'm holding inside
I think of the new onesI hear the ocean teling me summers about to begin
It's telling me that I am about to start
new memories for a
new summer.

Each wave is a memory that is flowning away
and a new one coming in.
As I listen to the old waves
going away, I don't
regret any of them.

I walk away
with a smile on my face.
as i turn around
one more time,
I just laugh and know
that it's going to
be a good summer