Oklahoma, August 2011
With August came hot breeze,
Temps above 110;
Heat, defoliated trees,
Been worse?
Don't know when.
The grass is dead,
No need to mow.
Air so dry,
The Rooster can't crow.
Today a darkened sky,
Splotches, like grey stain.
My recurring thoughts are why?
It does not rain.
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