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For Many Seasons

For many seasons I have sheltered here In safety behind these walls From lyrical youthful days of spring to banshee like winter's squall Golden harvested days with a nip My favorite of them all In the dead of winter born to this place Summer an alien world The month of July a gauntlet A course to be abhored The stark beauty of a winters day trees black silhouetted against sky A fire to stay warm easily done Escape heat I'd see you try Even if we strode around naked There is just more to cook to a turn Convectional winds superheated Solar rays guaranteeing to burn Within these walls where I reside of flesh and scaffold of bone I would happily abide with winter,spring,fall and leave old Summer alone The light is at the tunnels end the weather channel predicts The dog days arriving well before time No more this year summer sics I'll eat popcicles whenever I want to Shower ten times a day Do whatever to ride out this heatwave and let summer have its way

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Date: 7/8/2022 9:11:00 AM
I'm with you, Vickey. Summer seems to get worse every year. Perhaps it's an effect of aging, as I used to look forward to June - August. Oh well... You've nailed it, as far as I'm concerned. Smiles, Gershon
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Vickey Rhymer
Date: 7/10/2022 5:14:00 PM
It will be over before we know it.Hopefully.

Book: Shattered Sighs