Tuesday, July 31, 2012

It's like a heat wave - a poem

It’s soooo hot
The thermometer exploded
The mercury slithered out and left
For cooler climes.
I wish I could leave too
But it’s hot and dry everywhere
And not just here.
No relief in sight,
Say the weathercasters in the comfort of
Their air conditioned newsrooms.
The children play in the fountains
And the water from the fire hydrants
Finding only temporary relief.
The grass in my yard dies
From lack of rain
But the weeds grow just fine.
It’s much too hot
To expend the effort
To get rid of them.
Is it fall yet?
I check my calendar.
It’s only August 1.
Still closer to fall
Than on June 1.