Shel Silverstein Found Poem

Summer is

Worn-out flip flops dragging across the sand

Green grass turned yellow atop the dried-up land

Countless afternoons spent lying on the boat

Or cruising down the river in a neighborhood-wide float

Soda by the bottle lying in coolers in the sun

Boxes full of puzzles ensure that we have fun

Ice cream cones are melting as they bake in the heat

Leaves provide shade for those people with bare feet

These are the things that I'll always treasure.