Along a short hot summer

I’ve scaled the trails

Thru’ woods and meadows

Valleys and mountains

Along brooks running only

With a trickle

Extreme heat stirred up

Hordes of insects



The shading woods

Magnificent as a retreat

You’ll push on along

Some open roads

Cool down your heated up

Body with a draft

At a known wayside inn.


Never mind the buzzing


The restless rush of

Swarming cars

You’ll soon flee back

To field and trail

The smell of fresh-cut





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