Agate In August Poem by Ima Ryma

Dog days of August, oh so hot.
I hold a rock that's hot as well.
The rock's split open and it's got
Lovely agate inside to dwell.
A lot of color white does show.
Imagination comes to mind,
And I do visualize snow,
Some snow flake crystals, art designed,
And next to them, snow drifts be blown.
If I could only just jump in.
Such a refreshing sight be shown,
As sweat does pour out of my skin.

No doubt the rock is awesome cool,
But I still hit the swimming pool.