Wednesday, 20 January 2016

Hand in Glove!

She wore white cotton gloves to drive -
The steering wheel red hot inside
The car, although parked near a tree,
Caught in the sun’s harsh glare would be!

To protect the leather from the heat
A thick pile rug on every seat
Blast furnace warmth attacked our eyes
Full air-conditioning is wise!

For nearly three months heat prevails
Rain is rare – but never fails
To be a source of joy Down Under
Like desert rats we pray for thunder!

A different January is mine
Snow has no place in Southern clime
But extremes will always catch us out:
Skin cancer beckons – as does drought!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016


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