Original+Poem

Sophia Foster Original Poem Billy Collins


 * Those Summer Days**

Theres no feeling like those summer days Waking up with the sun shining through your window

The so often breeze blows across your face as you bake in the sun

Sipping lemonade by the pool through a pink bendy straw

The trees casting shadows over the bright green grass

Those Summer Days


 * Mimicking the poem:**
 * Today by Billy Collins**

If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out, holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white, well, today is just that kind of day.