A Hot Summer Poem by KoKo Shakespaw

A Hot Summer Poem

Hot air

Scorched grass

Scratchy weeds

Of summer, not past

 

Baking in an oven

Slinking in the shade

Wanting to discover

Cool water to wade.

 

Bright glare

Sweaty sleep

Dry Mouth

Poor burnt little feet!

 

Mum, can we please go down

To the cool of Cottesloe beach?

KoKo Beach

KoKo at North Cottesloe Beach

KoKo Cottesloe Beach

KoKo Cottesloe Beach

KoKo enjoying the Beach

KoKo enjoying the Beach

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