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Kathryn Needham

Summer Rays

I walked the path one summer day last year.
The pond was shining brightly as the sun.
It shone into my eyes as I walked near.
I asked my friend if she wanted to run.

We ran so fast my shoes slipped off my feet.
We ran so fast my friend's shoes slipped off too.
It felt as though my heart had skipped a beat.
The trail was wet and cool as we ran through.

The summer rays were coming to an end.
Our skin was tan from all our summer walks.
Our hair shone blond in the sun's smooth descent.
Our minds were full from all our summer talks.

The summer had been good to her and me.
It lets us sing and dance and just be free.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]