Dog Days Poem by Alfred Ramos

Dog Days
In the brazen hills burnt by the August sun
Free from the scent of the city
All our energies were spent
On the daydreaming that had to be done
We lay for hours in the brush
A dry straw in our mouth
We watch the geese fly south
And looking for that ugly bug we could crush
Scattered farms in patterned patchwork so fine
In the valley down below
The heat wave shimmers a hazy glow
An aroma hovers the fields of strawberry wine
We climb wherever our feet would go
Hiding from any of our worries
We dodge furry rabbits that seemed in a hurry
And we chase the swirling wind just for show
The hot wind kisses the giant boulder
Slowly carving it with shapes of wonder
Rustling our hair as we ponder
What the next generation has to shoulder
Dry parched lips can’t whistle a tune
Up in the horizon a creeping moon
Dogs baying into the late afternoon
Another dog day slithers away too soon