summer, summer,
where's your fun?
scorching heat from dawn
melting into molten lead
following the relentless sun
sunburnt grass has turned
into blistering whipping dust
stirred by sizzling swirling winds
even early rises do not refresh
body and mind are broiling
by sweltering sleepless nights with no respite
heavy clouds pass in the sky
bringing false promises
of a cooler period
insects, animals, humans
all are hiding from you
in towns as in the bush
fires leave a destructive trail
behind you
summer, summer
where's your fun?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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