Brenda Bryant
She returned from the beach
Sandy,
Tired,
Dishevilled
And utterly satisfied.
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She kicked off her sand-shoes
On the balcony.
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Slightly burned from the sun,
She yearned for a cooling shower.
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Tomorrow she would do it all again.
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But while she was in the shower
Summer ended.
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PRECIOUS DROP!
Said the Little Green Toad to the Little Old Tap
'I hope we don't meet with some mishap!
The world is full of pain and slaughter
But I can manage if I have water.
Water! The very stuff of life!
Without it every other strife
Doesn't really mean a thing.
Water rules! Water is king!
Let's hope those humans keep it flowing!
If not, I don't know where we're going!
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However, today promises to be a brilliant winter's day! 19C with the wind hanging off until later. Get out and about I say.
ReplyDeleteIsn't that just what summer does? I like the little puddles.
ReplyDeleteI am reminded of another poem which begins, End of Summer makes me wistful....Ase Lilleskare Faugsrad. Yes, while she was in the shower, summer ended... Thank you.
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