Sara Kendrick Poet I do not know?

Too Hot For May

I wanted to plant a garden that day
Found out it was way too hot for May
I can't believe the toil and sweat
I am totally soaking wet

Then comes June its hotter still
But then I decided to plant some dill
Then one night I watered the beans
I cooked and ate them in my dreams

That is the only way that they got cooked
The deer had beans and peppers but squash forsook
As I stood and felt faint of heart 
I knew that for supper we could only have a tart

I wondered how fast that deer had run
To the creek to cool his tongue
For he had eaten the Jalapeno and Cheyenne without a bun
I could wish him harm but I won't just turn on the fire alarm

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Edward Orozco July 5, 2009 at 3:06 PM Awesome piece! - jeremia

James Fraser July 4, 2009 at 9:51 AM Nice poem Sara, i was picturing the deer at Mach 2 heading for its local water supply>>James

Harris Melinda July 4, 2009 at 3:17 AM This is way too good! I sense a poet with a delight of mischief! Thanks for your comment Sara. M.

Carolyn Devonshire July 3, 2009 at 5:11 PM It's been unseasonably for months hot here, too, Sara. And you certainly capture the steamy agony of hot weather. Envy the way the deer is able to run to the creek to "cool his tongue." The last two lines made me laugh. Hang in there -- there's a long, hot summer still ahead. Great poem! Love, Carolyn

Charmaine Chircop July 3, 2009 at 4:44 PM i enjoyed reading this write,it brought a smile to my face-you re talented my new friend--charma