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Hot Summer Day
Hot Summer Day
A group of city kids, so bored
one sizzling summer day,
hoped for cool respite from the heat,
for they still wished to play.
They didn’t want to sit inside,
play games, or watch TV.
Then something—like a miracle—
would change ennui to glee.
While trudging into town, they heard
loud youngsters having fun
and splashing sounds. They came to life
and broke into a run.
They found friends donning swimsuits, in
the street—a river now!
The rippling water, clear and cold,
was flowing freely. How—
they didn’t bother asking. They
dashed home, but soon came back
dressed for wet play-time with their friends.
These funsters lost all track
of time and paid no mind to those
who watched, amazed, nearby.
Since they were dripping wet with sweat,
nobody there was dry!
An open hydrant’s “river” brought
relief and joy to those
oppressed by heat that summer day.
Who opened it? Who knows?
September 9, 2017, written for Eve Roper's Hot Summer Day Contest
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2017