Summer

Summer Summer: Blazing Sun hits hot hammer on farmer at field while working. Cloudless sky to breathe hot air. Even to fly free, birds don't dare. Scorching heat pricking. Thirsty swallow: Mouth agape. Grass in mass to dry. Sizzling sensation ignites passion puzzling dazzling day. 06/26/22 Re edited on 07/04/22 A Brian Strand Premier Choice Contest by Brian Strand

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 7/8/2022 3:09:00 AM

I enjoyed reading your summer work. I don't enjoy the summer work though because I can't take the heat anymore(too old). Congrats. Sara

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/4/2022 4:54:00 PM

Congrats. This seems like a tanka now!

Tania Kitchin

Date: 7/4/2022 7:59:00 AM

Anisha, not sure why this was edited, it was in haiku form when judged. Congratulations on your winning placement with your creative poem.

Christuraj Alex

Date: 7/4/2022 4:57:00 AM

True. The one directly affected by sun is any farmer. Beautiful. Congratulations!

Anisha Dutta

Date: 6/26/2022 9:57:00 PM

Thanks Andrea for visit n appreciation. In Indian Culture couples always try to adjust Inspite of several complexities. Can't infer which culture is right. Love.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/26/2022 12:37:00 PM

Nicely done, Anisha. I still recall my grandpa on his farm in the summer. I lived one summer with him when my mom left my dad.