The Sun Beat Down Poem by Pierre Rausch

The sun beat down from a cloudless sky
She brushed dust off her skirt
Was usually a good affair
Are you sure you're all right

Out on the lake, all with delight
Shall we walk, would you prefer to sit
Really want to explain, I understand
And you really see my mind
Stare over the lake
If you mean to face it

Get back to where you belong
And look around
It is your day off
I have a feeling you'd be there
That is the point where

You can put everything behind
If you mean to face it twice
You know I'm sorry
And whisper something to you
You'll take my word for it
I'm not disturbing you
I think you've just seen