Friday, July 24, 2009
Deep Blue Haiku Friday
For some reason, the cycle of my years has very often been that summer is a sad season of loss, and fall is the season of rebirth. It is that kind of summer, too; the heat has taken the life out of too many things.
The brown yard next door
Calls out to me for water
Brown color of death.
Now it is your turn. Have fun!
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Heat beyond reason
August came in June this year
It's a scorcher, folks!
Other grass is brown
Saint Augustine keeps growing
Keep the mower sharp!
Back and forth I go,
Between Fort Worth and Waco.
Job there, wife here. Sucks!
August came in June this year
It's a scorcher, folks!
Other grass is brown
Saint Augustine keeps growing
Keep the mower sharp!
Back and forth I go,
Between Fort Worth and Waco.
Job there, wife here. Sucks!
Deep heat, sweating brows
Locked in economic war
Lane and RRL
Marx or Adam Smith.
Who will prevail? I know not
Weight of sword in hand.
(Samurai political economy battle gaiden desu!)
Locked in economic war
Lane and RRL
Marx or Adam Smith.
Who will prevail? I know not
Weight of sword in hand.
(Samurai political economy battle gaiden desu!)
Clearly Waco's first
Inhabitants arrived in
Sweet Spring, not Summer.
'Tis uncivilized
Here nine months out of the year.
Unbearably hot!
How I envy those
Who recline in temperate
Climes. Waco is hell.
RFDIII
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Inhabitants arrived in
Sweet Spring, not Summer.
'Tis uncivilized
Here nine months out of the year.
Unbearably hot!
How I envy those
Who recline in temperate
Climes. Waco is hell.
RFDIII
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