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The dog days of summer are upon us now You look to the sky, not a single rain cloud The weather man says, "There's no relief in sight Only warm muggy air, blowing through your window at night The grass is parched, turning brown and dry The temperature is 90, with an index of 105 Sultry, humid days- and the gale is stone still No birds singing, not even a shrill The air is stagnant, torrid temperatures wane And the forecast today, remains the same Still are the waters that with each day descend From the ongoing effects of this heat wave trend A sweltering sun lingers in the summer sky And the mercury melts, as the days go by Sweat beads on your brow, from dog day heat Boiling steam rises from the street The weather report is still the same Temperatures 95 with no relief, no rain And you toss and turn in your bed at night In these dog days of summer, that have no end in sight. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved.< Summer Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |
