summer ends

by Chris, age 9

Would my friends Know me any more?
Something that popped into my mind
My friends still knew me for sure
Everything was fine

Would there be nice new kids?
They weren’t too mean
But not too nice
There was a bit of ice

We walk two streams in the sun
From the bottom then the top
We find it is the same one
Arriving at the same spot

I can’t wait to come back home
From our long trip to Nebraska
I can’t wait to come back to school
From our long summer break