Summer Poem

         We leave behind the pungent smell of markers,
          The crumpled paper,
          The musty eraser caps,
          The disappointed looks of teachers and the feeling of being inadequate.

           We are coming closer to summer.
            It embraces us like an old friend.
            The warm, hazy weather is like a blanket, and it separates us from the rest of the world.

             (Don't make fun of it, guys, I made it up in five minutes.)