Shannon Carr

Garbage Poem
Mark Flynn
February 10, 2014

The clocks reach 2:05

The children no longer have to try
The calendar reads June 26
The parents in the cars hear their kids feet hit the bricks
Everyone is screaming, We are done!
As they run outside ready to have some fun
Children are head over toes for summer to start
The happiness of the kids warms the mothers hearts
Summer sunshine shows color on skin