Summer Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Summer



Summer.
Summer has come with a bang.
Rain here and rain there.
Wind a blowing from the west while a storm in the south comes up the coast.
Then it's so hot you can fry an egg.
But no pancakes to go along.
Summer
People swimming in their pools or setting in the air.
Now we hear these summer days
Why can't we have winter today?

Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
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