SUMMER HEAT
The oppressive summer heat wilted the trees, flowers and grass,
Passers by find it hard to breath almost stagger as they pass,
Some dangle their feet and hands into the city’s fountains cool
Or gaze longingly at those swimming in the open air pool.
Cars parked outside are like really hot oven when inside,
Even if under the shelter of tall trees from heat you can’t hide,
Power stations are overloaded with all the air conditioners on,
It makes you wonder when the great eat battle will be won,
Then add on the humidity and the smog warning everywhere
Warning you not to go out because of breathing the foul air,
I look forward to summer at the end of the cold winter time,
So I always promised myself in the heat I would never whine,
But the last three weeks I have said this heat as been divine.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 17 June 2005