Every year, as an end of class assignment, I have my students write a copycat poem using an excerpt from Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird. Reflecting back on my own summer, I found myself running that excerpt of the novel through my head, and decided to manipulate my own version.
Summer was the season of childhood: it was dancing in the misty waterfall of a backyard sprinkler, or floating in an icy pool;
Summer was growth and change; it was a thousand moments of laughter and giggles; but most of all, summer was time with my two girls.
Goodbye, Summer!
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