We’ve had some beastly summer weather in my neck of the woods this week. I’m not a lover of the heat. I much prefer
the cooler days of autumn. I cope as best I can when the temperatures rise into
the nineties.
Here is a poem I wrote many years
about a child finding a way to cope with heat in summertime.
COOL
POOL
The sun beats down.
It sears.
It scorches.
Sweating neighbors sit on porches
Sipping ice-cold lemonade
Waiting for the day to fade.
BUT
When I’m hot as steaming tea,
I stand beneath our maple tree,
Remove my sneakers, socks…and wade
Into a cool green pool of shade.
The sun beats down.
It sears.
It scorches.
Sweating neighbors sit on porches
Sipping ice-cold lemonade
Waiting for the day to fade.
BUT
When I’m hot as steaming tea,
I stand beneath our maple tree,
Remove my sneakers, socks…and wade
Into a cool green pool of shade.
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Amy has the Poetry Friday Roundup at her wonderful
blog Poem Farm.