Whew! Heat index predicted to be 110 degrees Fahrenheit.

Summer Sun,
Afternoon.
The leaves hang limb
Without a single breeze.
Every thing that can
Has found a cool place,
Thank goodness
For big old, green trees.
Kids take a dip
In a big wading pool
Cats find
A quiet place to lay
Puppy gets all wet,
Even little birds
Try to find a place
To keep themselves cool.
Summer Sun,
Afternoon.
Green beans
Someday peas–
Lettuce a little
Just a little bit..
Past its prime.
Water garden now
Surely not a plan–
Less you wanna
Cook it on the vine!
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