this is a wonderful assignment I had to do in my creative writing class. I had to pick six words, and use them as the ending word of each line, but mix up their order.Its called a sestina. and, I really really enjoyed writing this. Can you tell I'm excited for Summer already? hehe.. :)
To me, nothing says heaven like a day full of freedom.
To lay in the sun, in your backyard,
To pick ripe red fresh strawberries,
And eat them with the face next door; full of freckles.
To Watch the blue, orange, and pink sunsets,
To grow up an American.
where real bliss can be seen; is right in your own backyard.
Stretched across a towel, the colour of summer strawberries.
Dreaming of the baseball feller with the handsome freckles,
And the perfect date, where you would pack a picnic and watch the sunset.
Oh, to be the girl who is All-American.
There’s nothing that says heaven like a day of freedom.
Being a mother of the little girl with hair like strawberries,
And the eight year old sweet boy, with a face full of freckles,
And getting to hold them on your white little porch as you watch the sunset,
enjoying the summer day of being a mom; an American.
There’s nothing that says heaven like a day of freedom,
Especially when you see the view to your own backyard.
Baseball cap, and scuffed up jeans, crooked teeth, and freckles;
Your baby girl has come home from a day of play, with hair the colour of a sunset.
You just have to laugh at the little girl growing up to be “All-American.”
Because nothing says heaven like a day of freedom.
She still has stains on her cheeks from the Popsicle she enjoyed earlier in the backyard.
The flavour of strawberries.
At night, your husband wraps his strong arms around you as you enjoy the sunset.
All your dreams come true, when you’re near your brave soldier who fights for dreams of America.
Really, nothing says Heaven like a day of freedom.
You realize this, as you set the pie on the picnic table in your backyard.
Clothes lines, wet dogs, fishing, pig tails, and Jam made with your home grown Strawberries;
Are the things that make you a beautiful American women; with a round waist, and a face of freckles.
It feels good to be an American girl.
Because I’ve learned nothing says Heaven, like a day of freedom.
To play in my backyard,
Eat big juicy strawberries,
Sneak out to kiss the boy with the cute freckles,
THIS is what makes a perfect All-American day, I decide as I watch it pass by with the glowing sunset.
:)
