Lions In August Poem by Cherie Mort
Lions In August
How proud to hear the lion's roar
As he comes tumbling out the womb
How proud again to see him when
He is a young man in youth's bloom
How fair a flower he's become
E'en summer cannot quite compare
How lovely 'tis to see him walk
And breathe about the flavored air
Yet, what if this is but a dream,
A lovely dream of hope, no doubt
Methinks I'll have to wait and see
And hear the lion come tumbling out!
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