Today we leave for summer vacation I do not want to go I want to stay in the city with my friends But Papa says no we re leaving At the airport 1 drag my suitcase behind me There will be nothing to do On board I feel the rumble of the plane and then we climb up above the busy streets and the tiny rooftops We climb through puffs of cloud and the city is
HT H We are staying in a boxy house on the Pacific Ocean All we can see is water a never ending roll of gray blue white Dull droning dreary water What do you think asks my older brother I shrug Then I go and count the days until we go
