Sunday, July 2, 2017

Summer: Not For The First Time.

It was a hot afternoon, 
The last day of June
And the Sun was a demon.
One-ten in the shade,
 The clouds were afraid.
I was really steaming.
Been backed on the bay,
For most of the day
 With that red light still blinking.
Thought I'd be gone,
Never been here so long.
So much for thinking
I'd be well on my way
And Canada Day
Would be fireworks and drinking.

Inspired by Bobby Goldsboro.

See the tree, how big it's grown,
It was just a twig when I left home.

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