Micah's poem

Remember when we splashed in the big waves

at Moeraki Boulders?

We were jumping over the waves.

Remember when we ate cold ice blocks

that dribbled out our mouths?

That was summer.

Remember when we couldn’t sleep the night before Christmas because Santa was coming?

Remember when we woke up

and the presents were in our sacks?

We were so excited.

That was summer.

Remember when we spun around in the Super Bowl?

We got wet when we zoomed through the tunnel.

Remember the hydroslides?

It felt fun and exciting to slide through the dark hole.

That was summer.