to see the Red Arrows.
I love their speed and grace,
red, white, and blue vapor trails
behind them tagging the sky,
graffiti defying gravity.
They are what I look forward to
all day and all year.
Other planes are bigger
but none compare
to these darting beauties.
Fast like freedom,
now you see them,
now they’re gone
but not quite; the sky is blue
but also red and white.
I’m so excited to start middle school,
I spend hours and hours practicing
my singing in my room.
I soon learn music
is only a small part of what my new
school is about: sports is the bigger
focus.
I spend my lunchtimes in the library
or practicing guitar or clarinet
but never play soccer
or go near the cage
of boys and balls.
Choir meets on Tuesday and Thursday
after school. Mr. and Mrs. Evans
seem different from how they were
