#Fridayreads: A Poem by Eileen Spinelli
First Saturday in JuneRelated Poem Content DetailsBY EILEEN SPINELLIFifty-nine days to go.
I can't find my purple beach towel.I can't even get to my closetwithout walking acrossa sea of dirty socks.
Mom pokes her head into my doorway,says:“Time to clean your room, Sophie.”And I have to admitshe's right.
And it's not that cleaning my roomis the worst thing to do.It's just that there are so many otherbetter things to do,like—painting my toenails Strawberry Pink,eating a huge stack of Uncle Joe's pancakes,dreaming of riding the Ferris wheel,thinking up a story to tellaround the campfireon Scary Story Night,painting shells,riding waves . . .all the fun, wonderful,sandy, sunny things we doat Summerhouse Time.
I can't find my purple beach towel.I can't even get to my closetwithout walking acrossa sea of dirty socks.
Mom pokes her head into my doorway,says:“Time to clean your room, Sophie.”And I have to admitshe's right.
And it's not that cleaning my roomis the worst thing to do.It's just that there are so many otherbetter things to do,like—painting my toenails Strawberry Pink,eating a huge stack of Uncle Joe's pancakes,dreaming of riding the Ferris wheel,thinking up a story to tellaround the campfireon Scary Story Night,painting shells,riding waves . . .all the fun, wonderful,sandy, sunny things we doat Summerhouse Time.
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