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Poetry contest for teens?

I am entering a poetry contest, and here’s a poem i wrote for it. Is it bad? Is it to disgustingly happy? Is it weird? just wanted some opinions. By the way, i am fifteen and i still do all the stuff i said i did in the poem…

Everything I love comes during summer break.
No school, no work
No worries.
And sunshine every morning, sprinkling light on the spider webs in the field of grass and purple flowers.
No slushy, brown snow, like in January.
Taking bike rides! And sometimes crashing…
Dripping Popsicles and ice cream cones during visits to the zoo.
Bright bursting Sunflowers!
Parades and Fireworks and celebrations
Late nights reading.
Sleeping on the deck in our own little tent, watching for shooting stars.
Siblings to play with,
And ghost stories to tell.
Rollerblading and collecting scars and scabs.
Wearing shorts and getting tan!
Beaches and oceans and hotels with a view,
Sandcastles and starfish, and towels and pools.
Road trips and visits to relatives.
Rainy days perfect for jumping in puddles and exciting lightning storms.
My own little garden,
Filled with bachelor’s buttons colored pink, blue, and white.
Shopping with sisters,
Being a kid.
Playing Barbie’s secretly, though I may be too old.
Hide and go seek in the dark with flashlights.
We’d go swimming in the river wearing
Flip Flops and sandals,
Taking barefooted walks.
My birthday with presents and cake!
A week at summer camp.
Hikes with my family,
Roasting things on the fire
Hotdogs and marshmallows and starburst.
Hammocks and lazing around eating watermelon.
And then after July,
Shopping for school things
And before you know it…
Something else just as great has arrived!

I think you have more of an awesome brainstorming list than an actual poem here. If you are really interested in winning I would get ready to work on more in-depth images. Of all the things you have listed here, I think I would be more interested in hearing about the following:
sunshine every morning, sprinkling light on the spider webs in the field of grass
collecting scars and scabs
Sandcastles and starfish
bachelor’s buttons colored pink, blue, and white
Hammocks and lazing around eating watermelon

Those were probably the most concrete images you included as well, and the most poetic. You have some nice alliteration going on in different places when I point it out: "s-unshine every morning, s-prinkling light on the s-pider webs," "s-cars and s-cabs, s-andcastles and s-tarfish," "b-achelor’s b-uttons colored pink b-lue and white." I think I would move the "blue" to right after "colored" to get the alliteration more organized in that line. I am interested in seeing you describe that hammock in detail. What color is it? What kind of trees or posts are holding it up? Is it faded by the sun after two or three months? Is it a woven hemp style hammock? Does it have a brass ring at either end where you hang it up, and can you see anything through either one? Do you have to chase your pet dog or cat out of it? If you build sandcastles, what other details from the ocean do you want to pull in? Does the tide keep teasing you, threatening to pull your creation out to sea? Do the starfish come in different colors? Is there one larger than your hand or your parent’s hand? Does wet seaweed try to wrap itself around your ankles like wet floss? You know, things like that. So even if summer is full of fun and unforgettable experiences, do you truly feel 100% positive to be moving on or do you take a final look backwards to get the last golden burn of a sunset recorded in your mind?
Have a super day, and I send you a virtual gummy bear.