My Summer

My Summer
By: Winona Garcia

We jumped into a car
but not too fast
Not so far
is the beach at last

We set up a mat
and drank some juice
as parents sat
children went loose

I swam in the sea
and played with sand
I felt so free
like a bird above land

I was flying my kite
but it snapped by the string
It flew out of site
into the most beautiful thing

A sky with a sun
half hidden by the sea
and the day was done
for my family and me

yup i made that poem during summer after my freshmen year in highschool....