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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David Wakeling (
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I have the sense of the last mother being mother nature and wondering how they survived in a over heated planet, referring to global warming, that might well be wrong, enjoyed my sunday read
Actually that is a great interpretation.Very insightful. Thanks for commenting
You are very welcome
A picture painted that is nostalgic from my own childhood and then from my children's and I do wonder at times how we survived. This poem had a very homey old feel to it. Very nice David
Yes it was my childhood and I don't know how any of us survived.Thanks for your considered comments, always welcomed
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