Kids In Summer

Kids In Summer

A Poem by Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)

                     "Kids In Summer ☀☂"

During hot summer days,

When sun blaze bright,
Child plays flying kite.

                  Playing in scorching sun,
                  Holiday time fun starts,
                 They run chasing carts.

                                     No classes to attend,
                                    Summer tents extend high,
                                    Exams end, fears fly.

                  They love catching fish,
                  Their prayers wish small
                  Tiny fish for all!

Returning home at sunset,
Waiting to let in,
With wet dirty skin.




May 20, 2010



Bronze Summer!!!!

Feb 19, 2011

© 2011 Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)

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This was very well written, it reminded me of my own childhood :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

Fun Write!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Kids will like it...

Posted 11 Years Ago

Loved this ... Made me remember my own childhood when 'playing day in & day out' was my only religion. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

To be young and time to celebrate being alive. I believe our children need to celebrate life before we must work till we die. A excellent poem. Description and story was outstanding.

Posted 11 Years Ago

This is so wonderful I really enjoyed this write.
Very well written. I like this.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Awesome poem. Exactly what most children feel when summer starts! HAPPY SUMMER EVERYONE!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Well Written. I can almost hear the childrens' voices.

Posted 11 Years Ago

Well, you certainly got the summer scene down pat!

Posted 11 Years Ago

Very fun poem. I enjoyed this and the graphics are adorable

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on May 18, 2010
Last Updated on April 30, 2011


Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)
Shalini Dinesh (Poet's World)

Irving, TX

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