Crops crave for water at a hill Thirst visible on their stalks The sky gushes a coal black But no. It is not rain. Nothing to quench a crop’s thirst. Only the manifestation of darkness roaming the skies And yes. Walking on a road, intimidated, Before me, in the distance: Nothing but dead man’s hill But now a smirking old woman: Silently still.
The Heat, and not the sports team Has come here for a while It's enough to set some records And to **** the farmers smiles
Humidity and high temperatures Add to make our life like hell It's drying up our creeks and streams There's no water in our wells
We do not use our ovens To cook our meals, not now at least We just leave meat on the counter The outside heat will cook the beast
Our lawns are brown and dormant But the weeds are growing strong There is chickweed and crabgrass where once Green grass did once belong
The splash pads are on overtime To help keep people cool We've cooling centers everywhere They're in all of the schools
In order to cool down at home I have my a/c set to freeze And if at times this doesn't work I watch Christmas DVD's
Remember hats and sunscreen to keep the heat off of your head In fact it is so god ****** hot I tan while I'm in bed
I remember as a child Summer never got as hot as this Compared to recent temperatures Is like a ******* to a kiss
We pray for heat in winter And in the summer, the reverse I know I would like the snow The heat is much, much, worse
Instead of just complaining I should just take it, brave the heat But for now, I'll watch my movies Sing my carols, cool my feet
I know that come this winter I'll be crying for the heat Just remind me of this little poem And I'll shut up, and take my seat.
We are experiencing record temps here in London right now, with humidex readings of betwen 48 and 50 Celsius today. For those using the Fahrenheit scale, that's between about 118 and 122 degrees in some places.
life is simple, yet it is complicated. it's like planting crops. you were the farmer, and the things you do were the crops. your maturity will affect the way you treat the soil, and the soil was your life itself. your faith in God will affect the way you plant the crops, it was the way you do things for others. your heart and conscience will control the growth of your plants. your experiences will teach you how to take care of your plants. tests and difficulties were the things that make farmers stronger. and the yields were to be reap. but there are a lot more than the mentioned things above about this life, find them by yourself. appreciate what you have in your life and you'll love this life even more. have the better quality of life:)
just some thoughts of mine about this life. i wrote them because of the daily question on ask.fm and i think i'd like to share them with you guys :)