My Goodbye poem By: Austin Ulibarri

My Goodbye Poem

Goodbye summer.
No more dreadful heat.
No more sweating.
No more short hair.

Goodbye summer.
No more tank tops.
No more shorts.
No more sandals.

Goodbye summer.
No more soccer.
No more baseball.
No more convertible cars.

Goodbye summer.
No more staying up late.
No more hanging out all day.No more swimming.