Beat the heat
Sun beams down on me
As I hide under a tree
Sweaty as can be
None of what you see
The sun rests its eyes
While I plan a great disguise
Never believe your eyes
When will it be?
Running through the garden
Whatever shall I do?
Reversing time
Within a rhyme
As you whine about the crime
My greatest victory
As I pass him up in a race
I look at his angered face
No cheers or praises for me
No peeps from the announcers
My laughter was the only sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice start, Rhonda. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks