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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3 comments:
However, today promises to be a brilliant winter's day! 19C with the wind hanging off until later. Get out and about I say.
Isn't that just what summer does? I like the little puddles.
I 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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