Joyce Hemsley

Rookie (22.9.28 / Portsmouth England)

Golden Crown - Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Forty words:

Umbrella weather damp and cold
Mr. Sun has gone on hold.
Drip-drip-drip from every tree,
Roaring thunder constantly.

July is usually fair of face
Umbrella weather has no place.
Floral perfume drifts around
~~Mr. Sun wears the crown~~

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 18, 2009



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