It’s hot here, so far from Managua.
The sun fell out of the raining clouds.
And now I’m drinking lemonade.
The ice clinks into the sound
of kids screaming down
slides and in the pools.
The sea is a light blue
like the sky over your house
in the afternoons.
My hotel is named Atlantis,
but I’m not going to sink into the ocean.

By Miguel, 3rd grade

 

Originally published on December 14, 2009.

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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