for hmwrk but posted it
Summers in bloom as I swing myself onto the pool deck with a grin from ear to ear. I am so excited I haven't spoke yet. I glance at the clock and it's 3:45. Only 15 mintues until the dreaded adult swim. Children run around the deck as if it were the final mintues of life. The whistle of the my commrades reminds them to "take it easy." I gaze down the shore where I see women gossip, the innocent on the pirate ship, and students skimming through summer reading. I breathe in the sweet smell of sunscreen in the summers heat. The pure blue sky is decorated with kites and planes pulling banners. It's a perfect beach day. I cannot resist the feeling. A chill rushes through me with alittle bit of pain and all the images disperse. The rocking chairs have been kept away and the rocking chairs no more. The pool is barely filled, with only murky water and the sea gulls replace the eager children. Why don't they fly south? Is it because they would miss it as much as me? Its all to sweet to forget. Maybe I'm a bit over my head. Now I squint at the clock with my tear filled eyes and its four o'clock. I bury my injuries in the cold sand. Silly little wounds are ahrd to mend. I'm gone as the day is fading. My kids' swim is over and it is time to grow up...