Easter

By Averi Westerman

The wide lawn feels like it goes on for miles,
Bright green blades of grass separate for each egg,
My hand goes down to grab the egg,
The silkiness of the plastic slides over the tips of my fingers.
I bring the egg close to my ear, and shake it gently.
I hear a rattling sound in the middle of the egg
The sound of the candy tickles my eardrums
My taste buds tingle.
I can already imagine the peanut butter interior
Looking up and down, side to side my eye catches a glimpse of a sparkling golden -
Object glistening in the trees
My adrenalin races through my heart
I have found the golden egg
The Easter day party is very exciting,
Filled with hula hooping
Potato races
Golf ball hitting
And a variety of candies just waiting to be eaten
The rose garden smells like a rich perfume
When this experience is over I can’t wait until next year.