Heat Wave Poem by james watkin

Heat Wave



In way of scything, Morn's out-swung
Of a summer-edged heat
Cow, drowsy atop daisy. Herder
Himself, as pliant beat.

Thursday, June 6, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: country,summer time
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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