Seasons
Enjoy this seasonal poem by seventh grader Christopher Thayer. Seasons by Christopher Thayer When the flakes as white as paper drizzle lightly on my palm, I wonder to myself when Summer will come. When I watch my breath float in the air, I wonder to myself when Summer will come. Just a few more months, I say to myself. When the new flowers in the yard start to bloom, I wonder to myself when Fall will come. When the bees fly from flower to flower, I wonder to myself when Fall will come. Just a few more months I say to myself. When I look at the windows splattered with rain, I wonder…