English Summers
Our English summer has returned again
trees and flowers in bloom, fledglings in flight
though this weather is sending me insane,
we need some warmth, sunshine make things so right
all we get is wet, nothing but rain, rain,
shower after shower, all day and night,
dark grey clouds overhead, floods on soaked ground
any more rain, we will surly be drowned.
Copyright © Roy Pett | Year Posted 2017
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