THE MISSED MONTH
August when the heat is so intense
That many disappear into tents
It seems the whole country is devoid
Of locals gone back into the void.
True it is unbearably hot
And you just can’t do a lot!
So, awards to those who stay
At least to sell food for which we pay.
Holiday makers abound
As you look out they cover the ground
Like chickens roasting on a spit
Anywhere there’s sun, it’s a hit.
But for those of us who live here
At least our old house it’s clear
Is our perfectly cool refuge
Even if we pray for a deluge!
But then there are the fiestas
When awakened from our siestas
Yearly battles of Moors v Christians
With authentic uniforms and weapons.
With the smell of cordite in the air
Fireworks play their part in the affair
With tuneless bands and noisy drums
The languid air is thick with thrums.
Perhaps now you can understand?
We long for cloudy skies in other lands.
The peace of an English countryside
When August in its glory is revived!
© David Tenneson 2015.
Greetings and welcome to my blog. Thank you for your visit which will enable you to find out about me through my writings and poems. I especially hope that you will also find out about yourself.
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I Have been away from your beautiful words too Long David. And I think we are in the last days here at least in the UK of those Warm sunny days.. clouds have been in our skies all week. Although Humid.
Autumnal weather is set for next week..
Loved your poem Daivd. 🙂
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Longing for clouds!
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🙂 since I sat here writing David the Sun has come out and I have pegged out the washing.. 🙂 I see how hot it has been over you.. And I would not wish that heat.. x
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Yep, still hot and sticky and longing for rain! Love, David
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We had a thunderstorm around 7pm 🙂 but its very humid still, but the Sun was lovely and we went for a long walk
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Perhaps now THEY WILL understand?
THAT we long for cloudy skies in other lands.
The peace of an English countryside
When August in its glory is revived!
Oh, so true rings your poem, David. How we long for the Country with cloudy skies where the Sun, the Master, hides itself behind white puffs of refreshing smoke.
Blessed will be the day when we land on Albion’s shores. Hopefully, the waiting time will soon be over and will a New Day begin on the road of our Destiny.
Thank you.
Eugene
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Oh! Yes indeedy see you there! Love David
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