Summer in England is wet this year.
Here instead of sun bronzed, the shade
displayed is fashionable rust.
Dampest by all the records kept.
Wet underfoot and floods galore,
therefore, instead of dessert dry conditions,
questions are asked of global warming.
Warning now of extreme weather changes,
hoses redundant, sprinklers shunned.
Lowland fields now lakes become,
flotsam through flooded streets floats.
Boats carry the stranded to dry land
and this is Summer in my fair land.
A contest entry
- A Different Sort Of Rhyme by Living-Out-Loud.
600 points, ended August 19, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Quite vivid imagery you deliver! Your rhythm and flow are wonderful leading me through a smooth read
Very well done! My pleasure to read ~Tia
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I like it. It shows a new place I've never been and it's not one of those silly travel brochure-type poems. Good luck in the contest and I hope your weather improves. -paint
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wow!!
nice diffrent indeed,
though it makes me not want to ever go to england..lol
love the use of words here sweet, nice wright best wishes in the contest...xoxoxo -
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Thank you for your kind comments, England
is recovering in the flooded areas, and this
year is exceptional, England is beautiful,
Sorry if I put you off a visit.
Dixie
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