Poem about summer

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@poetryisnotaluxury on Instagram: "Linda Pastan August Barefoot and sun-dazed, I bite into this ripe peach of a month, gathering children into my arms in all their sandy splendor, heaping my table each night with nothing but corn and tomatoes. #august from the poem The Months From the book The Last Uncle @w.w.norton 2002. #lindapastan #poetryofferings #summer #poetryisnotaluxury"

For our official last week of homelearning this year, we filled our circle time with thoughts of summer! We read poems, sang songs, and talked about what summer means to us. We each shared some of our favorite projects, trips and topics that we learned about this past year. Above is a poem that we created together about summer!

A poem on sunset, the color orange which, when I look around, is found all around.