Summer's First Breathe to the Death by Reagan Rech

Finally yet again there is life,

An end to the yearlong strife.

Freedom that feels as though it will never end,

But let’s be real we can only pretend.

Excursions to the beach,

Not one more boring speech.

Vacations to exotic places,

Spending time with friendly faces.

Not a care in the world,

Until my mind whirled.

I could tell this freedom was almost gone,

When I was walking on someone’s lawn.

I felt the leaves crunch under my feet,

And I felt cold from the lack of heat.
There were no more open pools
And children were fleeing to there schools.

Before I knew it Summer was dead,

Killed when the leaves turned red.