Today I will be sharing with you a poem inspired by, well, Ice Cream.
I don’t think this poem is about ice cream though, I think it’s about the joy of summer.
I hope you like it!
Criss Cross Applesauce
Criss cross applesauce on the porch in summer,
licking frozen bliss known to us mere mortals as
Down to the lake to run along the shoreline,
back home again to get the forgotten plastic shovel,
like the last piece of spaghetti forgotten on the floor.
Watching day turn to night like a lamp,
after little eyes gently close.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of the last bird flying home.
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