Edwin's Diary

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Dear Edwin's diary,

Edwin is 11.61 and he brought his school workbook home to show me. I thought it was brilliant. I liked the Summer Poem so much I typed it in and I scanned this great drawing. --Dad.

Summer Poem

I remember what my summer looked like.
The calm serenity of the home around me
The looks on faces of people opening their presents
The instructions of Lego laid in front of me
And all through summer the happy faces of children playing with their toys.
That's what summer looked like.

I remember what my summer smelled like.
The rich aroma of hot roast chicken
The fresh smell of a summer breeze
The delightful smell of BBQued sausages
And all through summer the pong of chlorine hangs in the spa.
That's what summer smelled like.

I remember what my summer sounded like.
The buzz of cicadas in the trees
Splashes of people jumping into pools
The squidges of feet stepping in the mud
And all through summer the sound of bees humming through the air.
That's what summer sounded like.

I remember what my summer felt like.
Boiling water cooking me in the spa
The surge of cold after jumping in the pool
The hot sun beating down on me
And all through summer the feeling of freedom flowing through our bodies.
That's what summer felt like.

I remember what my summer tasted like.
The cool sour taste of home-made lemonade
The moist delicious taste of chocolate cake
The bitter taste of salt from the sea
And all through summer the taste of medium-rare steak melting in my mouth.
That was my summer.