Where the rooster crows And the tumbleweed blows Where the river flows I call it home I will be home soon In the last week of June Texas, I will swoon By the light of your gorgeous moon.
Lena Segura
I’ll miss you nine - my dearest friends. I fear our time is near its end. I’m used to this, I’ve moved a lot. But since her kiss, I’d rather not. Yet I must leave this coming June. So...
Andrew Quinn
Only a few years, four at most Now it’s time to go again off to somewhere new I’ll get my friends number to talk to them But soon we stop talking as our new lives push us away from what we once...
A'niece Long
First day, new schools light Surroundings fresh and faces new In a world unknown A home away from the known Now it is summer's end Memories still fresh In each move, a journey true A...
Ivonne Alcantar
One month of the year To educate the struggles Go through moves and changes Enjoy all the adventures Life of military child
Tiara Royster
My childhood is coming to an end Looking through the windows of the past My life can fit in a box Yet it reaches across a country The world, my playground America, my roots Home, where my...
Yelena Cosyleon