The Summer Storm

by REX   Mar 30, 2008


Looking across the fields,
The morning rains turn to steam,
Evaporating like our unknown dreams.
As the steam rises,
and flows into the air,
All the people dont seem to care!

Life here slows,
Just seems to stand still,
People looking out from their window sills
All the farmers,
The sheep and the cows,
No longer scared by unseen owls.

Those of us that stop,
And take time to care,
Cant help but stand and stare.
Time doesn't move,
But life still goes on,
All the same, till the next,
SUMMER STORM!

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