My Place Without A Heat Wave - Poem by Connie Webb
I just want to lie by this open window
With the cool breeze
Enjoying the sound of the ocean
And the leaves fluttering on the trees.
Next month I will go where it is hot
As hot as it can be
But I will know I can come back home
To my window spot waiting just for me.
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