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The Sun Beats Down

The sun beats down on my garden's back -- Looking up, I squeeze my eyes tightly Seeking a cloud that will let down Her skirts... I mumble a prayer for moisture As once-staunch squirrels slump Their faces drawn, like withered leaves

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 8/9/2019 3:40:00 PM

Are you having a draught out there across the pond, or just a dry patch - either way Gershon my friend my prayers are with you for rain, please God. Hugs, Jenny.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/9/2019 4:12:00 PM

Not a drought exactly, but we sure could use more rain! Thanks for your prayers! :) gw

John Gondolf

Date: 8/9/2019 8:25:00 AM

Nicely penned, Gershon, sounds like Texas in August. All the best my friend. John

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/9/2019 12:10:00 PM

I was calling on my years in Chicago, but Houston will certainly do. Thanks for the support, John. Best wishes, Gershon

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/9/2019 6:20:00 AM

What an interesting way...a poetic and sensuous way to express your desire...for rain! Nice

Gershon Wolf
Date: 8/9/2019 12:09:00 PM

There you go: Rain can sometimes be vastly underrated! :) gw