August rain running down the drain and it's
pitter patter on the window pane.
Skys painted like battle ship grey wondering
what has happened to the rest of the day.
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Lets all do our bit, come on folks re-cycle it! ! This is great Sis thanks Love duncan X
Ahh, yes, Sylvie, I remember when winters meant snow and summers were, indeed, long and hot. Nobody has sledges any more, do they? I'm reading this as the rain is bucketing down and the weeds have completely taken over my garden, just like in your poem. Nice one. Love, Fran xx
A very wise and timely poem. We have only one world and we should all try to take care of our little part of it. Cheers for your brave soul.Sylvia. Excellent write. Warmest regards, Sandra