I used to hate haikus. I thought they were the stupidest form of poetry, always so abrupt and confusing. When my poetry class got to the lesson on haikus, I rolled my eyes and scoffed. However, thanks to a professor of mine, I discovered what hidden jewels haikus have to offer.
I thought I’d give you a peek at my summer. As a camp director, I’ve gotten to do more “summer-y” things than I have in a long time. It was great and I look forward to more! I’m sure you can relate or at least live vicariously through these words.
Sun-kissed and sandy,
Bathing suits and Chaco lines,
Sleeping in damp cars.
Stretched out highways,
Feeding giraffes and perched monkeys,
Old picnic tables,
Too many waterbottles,
Mulch in between toes.
Thank God for air-conditioning!
Cut grass every week.
School is out, camp’s in,
Packed lunches and dodgeball games,
Back to school again.
Summer will always fly faster than any other season, in my opinion. If you were to describe your summer as a haiku, what would it look like? Feel free to leave them in the comments, I’d love to read some!