A Grind

     grinding sausage
       grinding teeth
     grinding pepper
       grinding ground beef

     elbow grease and grit
       no room for a butterfly to flit… 
     Wherefore is summer ‘a grind’
       ~ when to its beauty we are blind

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Paula Goldsmith

July 15, 2024 at 12:53 PM

I enjoyed reading your "A Grind" write. Summer is a great time when it is not tooooo hot, then it is a grind. Hahaha!!! Stay Cool. Have a blessed day writing away....................

Hilda Greenhough

July 15, 2024 at 9:50 AM

You didn't mention coffee. I like to go light on heavy foods in summer.

John Lawless

July 15, 2024 at 6:42 AM

The beauty of a blade of grass, a sidewalk crack dandelion, a Cardinal at the bird feeder, children playing in the open spray of a city fire hydrant, an old couple smiling in the distance....need I go one...Nice one Gershon, think I'll grab a bottle of water and go for a walk