Hot, Humid Day In India Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hot, Humid Day In India
Gentle gusts of wind now blowing on a hot, humid day here
in India, yet while taking a walk, savoring this breeze
as it cools my body thoroughly.
Counting on it's soothing enticement, enjoying it's essence
as I am cooled exquisitely by it, wondering how it is that
I can walk with no ill effects in this 118 degree weather.
A joy filling me with thoughts for I'm reminded of a time
back in high school where I had to walk in the scorching
sun alone to school.
Remembering the slight breeze cooling me even then, a genuine
and heart-warming element of a memory filling me through
the years, never dying or leaving this mere poet.
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5/11/2024 12:04:31 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hey, I didn't realise you'd written so many poems, young lady. I'm afraid I was rudely interrupted by my computer adding some updates and demanding a restart! Your poem reminds me of the last few days here in England. It's been unseasonably hot and the sea breezes have been most welcome. I like the way you link back into memories of schooldays. It's a beautiful poem and you have a very good sense of rhythm. A ten without doubt. Tom