SUMMER’S HERE
Let’s take a walk
in the rain,
It’s cold
It’s gray
People trudge to
work.
I’m soggy,
It’s even foggy
Nice doggy
Don’t shake
yourself by me.
Bus queues shuffle
Over shoulder
reading,
Page three girl is
steaming
The papers dreaming
Of their holidays,
In an English
summer.
The gardens in
bloom,
Mrs Smith’s door
Can’t open any more
Doesn’t know what
for
She likes her grass
cut short,
But the rain keeps
her in.
Kids dropped off at
school,
In puddles jumping
Little hearts
pumping
Their ears get a
thumping,
By flustered, busy
mothers
Who have to wash
their shirts.
What to wear, what
to don
Too cold for sports
To wet for shorts
Waterproofs instead
of courts,
So it’s T shirt and
umbrella
Not the best of
looks.
Our summers here
Make the most of
it,
Breathe in deep and
feel fit,
The sun will be
here in a bit.
So I’ll glory in
the English weather
What else can I do?
Phil Hall May 2013
what a gem of a poetry blog this is Phil......really great writing...
ReplyDeleteyou are so good i have ben re-reading a lot on your blog and i like it more than some of the things reading on other poetry circles and some blogs. i really want you to publish a book or 2. you have the material. you are a wonderful writer. i was always told "you don't waste good" and you are very good. kim xxx
ReplyDeleteOh Phil, you paint such a picture with your words. Your poetry always makes me smile. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt's a cavalcade of images. Excellent! It gives me a great impression of the English summer weather ambience.
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