A Summer’s Tale
by
KoKo ShakesPaw
I felt the sharpness
Of scorched grass blades
And scratchy weeds,
Where there was no shade.
I baked in an oven
Or an east wind blast,
Craving to find some
Cool water at last.
Bright burning glare,
Sweaty poor sleep,
Dry, dusty mouth,
Poor burnt feet!
Mum, Cottesloe Beach,
Can’t we go there please?
With our bathers and towels
To enjoy the cool breeze?
