Blazing Days Poem by Terry Hoffman

When that blazing sun shines down,
I seek the cooling shade
underneath the leafy bower
that the oak has made.

As the afternoon goes on,
I sip my lemonade,
snuggled in my hammock cool,
lazing in the shade.

Scents of flow'rs and trees and moss
waft on the gentle breeze.
Taking in the sights and sounds,
I do as I please.

Now, at last, the day does end,
I arise to meet the dusk.
Heat has left me drawn and pale,
like an empty husk.