THE HEAT OF THE DAY
A summer’s day, hot and humid is hard to take,
I’d rather be under a shaded tree than beneath
The staring sun one hundred degrees.
If only along would come a cool forgotten breeze,
A pool of water to drop into would be the wanting for me.
Close my eyes and I picture the waves moving across the ocean so free,
The wind catches me as the refreshing splash of water drenches me.
Walking along the wet shore, water at my knees,
In the heat of the day, this is what I dream.