Fay slogs and swirls across the South,
dumps floods in Florida,
offers rain to drought-stricken areas.
As my lawn browns
and my flowers shrivel and droop,
I watch the silver skies,
the skirts of Fay's clouds,
and long for rain.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
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You're a wonderful poet; worth all $18 and then some ;->
Hope to be througj N'ville soon. I'll call.....Susan, your fellow UMC journalist at the Fun Table!
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