No Rain
Sun red hot like an overheated stove
Cracking the ground for twenty-seven days
Tall corn suffers from a failure to throve
Nature sometimes has nefarious ways
Setting yonder field of soy bean ablaze
The garden has become a toasted crust
Of shriveled up beans pods and silky dust
All hope has disappeared for this year’s crop
Next year it will be better, we must trust
For nearly a month there’s nary a drop.
May 28, 2021
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