I walk on the burning sidewalk. It presses against the bottom of my shoes. Wait I see it! I run as fast as I can, not eveen thinking about the heat, until I get there. The ice cream truck! The long line of people. But I must wait my turn. Finally after waiting and waiting I get up to the front. I decide to get a double scoop chocolate ice cream in a cone. "Drip" a small drop of the perfect summer mix falls to the ground. I watch it sizzle on the ground for a half a second wile it is still there but then it is gone. Then I start on my ice cream. The coolnes of the thick cream touches my tounge. Then I take a couple more bites. But wait I forgot! I forgot to eat it in the shade. But it's to late it's already started to melt and now it is gone.
Ice Cream
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Great poem Olivia!!! I liked it because you have very descriptive words!
ReplyDeleteYour friend,
Haley!
I feel like I'm holding a drippy ice cream cone when I read this. In my mind, it's hot outside and I don't care that the ice cream is dripping all over my hand.
ReplyDeleteOlivia, I liked your poem a lot! It makes me want to ask my mom if we can go to Baskin And Robbins and get ice cream!
ReplyDelete- Talia