It’s Not What it Used to Be
Well that’s that
then,
one more
summer gone ..
Thirteen
whole days
of partial sun ..
Not in a row
though,
but scattered
so very
randomly
between May
and September ..
Not like
it used to be
when we
were so young ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: here on the cusp of a brand new year I thought it was time to reflect .... and to wish all those who pass by a bloomin good un .. N. 🤍
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Comments6
Reverse climate change or selective memory?
The sun down here will fry an egg but maybe it's always been that way?
I am hoping to see that egg fry in Jan 2025
It's the right season if coming down under?
The older I get I realize how much of a traditionalist I've become. Great write N.
Me too .. Cheers AP ..
Bloomin awful summer, apart from June. I too can remember long hot summers. That was an age ago. Six weeks summer holiday when I was at school seemed like a life time. Out in the fresh air every day. Packed lunch and off to Churchill’s swimming pool. Those were the days:) Reflecting here Neville, not moaning. And as I look out my window, more dull and more wet. Still not moaning.
I am so effin glad we are in the same corner our Cassie .. Neville
🍷🌞 …one or two glasses of red bring out the sunshine 🙂
Good write N.
Egg and chips?! mmm.
I thought you only ate sunflower seeds and rodent mix ..
Ahh yes, I'm a GPD - Guines Pig Dude - as another poet on here says!
May your summer always be with you in the New Year Neville.
Andy
Thanks Andy and back at you sir .. Neville
I'll pass on this one, man - Antipodean Blues......
is that anything like Red Leb or Moroccan Gold .. am just askin for a mate, mate 😎👍
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