The Summer temperatures rise like smoke from a fire,
But the children abandoned on the beach didn’t care,
They have the opal blue sea to keep them cool.
But even the most active child will eventually tire,
As heated sand and coastal winds blow in the air,
And the call of relief is found in a shallow pool.
The Lagoon surrounded by Norfolk Island pines,
Offered a cool place to swim and get out of the heat.
And thwart a negligent Mother who would let them burn.
When finally the children march back in ordered lines,
To a caravan and a Mother who tells them to wash their feet,
And orders them to stay inside and questions whether they will ever learn.
Fortunately for the next generation the children survive,
And the lonely Mother wonders why they are still alive.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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- Published: June 8th, 2025 00:03
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