The bitumen road shimmers The beach is full of swimmers
The stifling hot air choking
Dry scrub ablaze and smoking
The seat belt's hot and burning
The air-con I am yearning
The temperature keeps rising
Stay cool they keep advising
The sweat sticks on me clinging
Drips in my eyes it's stinging
A dog's desperately drinking
The puddle's water shrinking
Great southern sun is blazing
Yet God I AM still praising
For sun and light and living
My parched throat breathes
Thanksgiving!
1 comment:
As the old saying goes - 'You're a poet and didn't know it, Look at your feet, they're Longfellows!'
Well done - enjoy another day of the same experience!!
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