Summer Drought

 

The hot, hot days of summer,
How they linger on;
No rain has touched the ground,
In a time so very long.

Trees shed leaves in despair,
Flowers wither and die;
With no water to quench their thirst,
Life will pass them by.

dog

As the sun beats down from above,
Everyone fights to stay cool;
Adults stay in the air,
Children fill the pool.

The poor suffer greatly,
With fans they fight the heat;
But with little chance of rest,
They face certain defeat.

boat

We long for the cool days of fall,
With them will soon come water,
Then the summer drought will be forgotten,
By every son and daughter.

 

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