Summertime Croaking Blues

The earth wails in cracked silence fissured with gaping yawns in the noonday sun. Parched smiles riddle the ground flaking off in a summer breeze, each a silent message begging for rain. Grass is now served on lawns fried to a yellowed crispy crunch with a side of blistering sun. Frogs that once heralded the arrival of reviving rain can now be heard croaking the drought-ridden blues ...............well beyond the midnight curfew. Their listless guests quietly sitting atop dried lily pads which now resemble shrunken toad stools listening to the hoarse-croaked blues. Titled songs now being heard around the dried creek bed range from the one hit wonder “Parched in the Creek Too Long” to a new single now making its début “This Rocks Too Hot For Hopping.” No creek fee, just B.Y.O.W. (Bring your own water) Written by: Debra Squyres With All rights reserved, on 7/7/2012