georgia
It’s summer in Georgia, yeah, it’s warm.
In high school, they said Shakespeare
once called Georgia, "sulfurous and hot."
He wasn’t wrong.
The careless sky is letting in all of the heat.
We saw a TV news crew chasing a lone cloud.
The humidity is so thick, that the air is too dense for lungs,
but we bought a tool at Home Depot that cuts it into usable pieces.
Today’s ‘Webster word of the day’ is “glade,” which is funny, because
if you see an animal in a glade, it’s probably dead from the heat.
I saw a bird in flight burst into flames when it drifted from the safe shadows.
If you want me, I’ll be in the pool - or a friend’s pool. I taught Lisa
an old southern saying, “Lawdy Miss Scarlet, it’s hot out HE-ya.”
I love summer’s honest freedom.
My motto for the next two weeks is:
“Don’t give up on your dreams - keep sleeping.”
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A song for this:
Don’t forget the sun by the explorers club
Don’t worry baby by Carrie Elkin
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