Parched--
I hear the crackling winds;
I see the dawn of the horizon;
Birds ever so, flying.
Alas, but what is this,
As I ponder, I wonder I wish;
Could it be fairer, yet it’s better
Spring has gone
Shall not be long when the heat of the summer heart;
Keeps are mouths, throats and bodies parched…
7/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
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