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Jul 28, 2022

JULY 27

A breeze blows by here on the porch
yet sweat still gathers on my brow
'cause its so hot even weeds scorch,
It could be hotter.... I don't know how.

A cloud is building in the west,
I hope it decides to come this way
a bit of rain would be well blessed
on this hot dry summer day.

A crow arches on the power pole
then fluffs his feathers trying to cool.
He can't offset being black as coal.
So I squawk at him like an old fool.

Across the field a whirlwind rages
sending leaves and such into the air
which twirl like torn up poems' pages.
Then it dissipates without a care.

That building cloud went another way
taking other clouds along with it.
Man it sure is hot today.
Did I already mention it?

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Frost

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Comments

Geezer

It surely is hot today! I felt like I could be watching the same scene from my front porch; looking out over the valley.
Only thing I see to change, is the addition of the word [air] the last word of the second line in the fourth stanza.
~ Geez.
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S

I thought it never got really hot up your way lol. Thanks for spotting my omission (hasty posting). stay cool

Geezer

it gets hot here. We have had high eighties and nineties for the last two weeks! 102 they claim with the heat-index; whatever the hell that is. It is supposed to be in the high-mid eighties for the next week. Not much rain; they keep promising thunderstorms, but we've only gotten a couple of little rumbles and hardly any lightning. ~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

I'm sorry you are so hot and miserable I am in my cool basement.I hope your hot spell breaks with some rain.

*hugs, Cat

Rosewood Apothecary

I’m framing a 96 foot long single family home. The entire two acre lot is cleared. The dust rise like the wastelands of a Mad Max film. There is no such thing as shade. This is definitely hitting the mark with me.

Good one,
Tim