A SUMMER DAY’S BLUES – {a rhyme}
A summer day’s sunrise. Ahh. How soft
are the smells of mown pastures; – how gently they waft
under sunrays pasteled through soft clouds aloft.
And yet:
Ominous are sounds of bullfrogs’ coughing
as if warning that danger is soon in the offing.
We fret.
Sure ‘nuff. We turn on the news
that our nation is paying her dues
to Trump’s and Republicans’ crews.
We get
the Blues.
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Tom Toles
April 12, 2017
A SUMMER DAY’S BLUES – {a rhyme}
A summer day’s sunrise. Ahh. How soft
are the smells of mown pastures; – how gently they waft
under sunrays pasteled through soft clouds aloft.
And yet:
Ominous are sounds of bullfrogs’ coughing
as if warning that danger is soon in the offing.
We fret.
Sure ‘nuff. We turn on the news
that our nation is paying her dues
to Trump’s and Republicans’ crews.
We get
the Blues.
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