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