August

August sits back, his work is nearly done. Contentment shows; he can afford to smile. He brought us measured rain and golden sun, helping crops; never failing to beguile. Thawed out and gladden hearts, if for a while. Through his hard work our fields will feed us still, as we bale and store for December's chill. He's made us sweat, but we forgive, for this is his true role and nature's solemn will - He's earned eleven months of quiet bliss. Written 30th August 2016

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Jan Allison

Date: 8/30/2016 6:08:00 AM

I love the unique way you have personified August as male and not female:-) I really loved this clever rhyme, David good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx7

David Lindsay
Date: 9/2/2016 9:57:00 AM

Thanks a lot Jan, hope you've entered too? x

Barry Stebbings

Date: 8/30/2016 5:40:00 AM

I like this piece of Personification written as a Dizain, David. Well written. #7 Barry.

David Lindsay
Date: 9/2/2016 9:56:00 AM

Thanks VERY much, Barry :)