The Heatwave (IP)
By Rhiannonw
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It melted the tarmac,
and buckled the rails,
it dried up the pond,
but the well never fails,
it bleached out the lawn,
left the farmers forlorn
until
a breath of a breeze
brought a cooling to ease,
and at dusk, Nell avowed
she had seen a small cloud,
and we woke to the sound
of rain thumping dry ground
and then in the morning
the country was glistening,
and we all felt relieved,
though we’d never believed
we ever would feel
we’d now had enough
of the hot golden stuff,
for a while.
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Rhiannonw, I love this poem.
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My daughter, CloudyOMuffin,
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Hi there, Rhiannon;-) And I
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A lovely, lilting poem
Linda
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
What a clever poem, and so true to life this summer too. One does think you can't get enough sun until you get a few weeks of hot weather, and then everyone is praying for rain and a cool breeze. And then a few days of that, back to the usual of praying for sun.
Jean
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
your poem reminds me of how we should respect the sun, because it's becoming more powerful with each year that passes. I have to admit that I stay inside in very hot conditions. Sorry I'm not a fan of heatwaves, but I always find plenty to occupy my time inside, even if I can hardly move around because it's so hot.
I think it's the one reason I'm glad I have a place to come and read here on abc tales, because reading is a great way of passing the time with like minded people.
Your poem was a pleasure to read and very well put together.
Jenny.
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