Monday, July 23, 2012

Water by Bob Atkinson


(c)2012 Bob Atkinson

sweet smell of summer winds
blowing storms up from the bay
carry with them rain for us
to brighten up our day

some would see a bother to
sweep leaves and clean up mud
we see this fluid as divine
something we all love

look out upon the hillsides
last week they were all bare
today the green pervades as such
soft bundles of grassy hair

we dream of jungles wild with water
wild animals there to drink
the cool sweet taste of H20
upon both tongue and lips

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