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Desert Summer |
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By Buzz Gambill Tickling the trees, A soft, summer breeze Is welcome, these hot sweltering days.
Mountaintop snow Feeling the bright summer’s glow, Is obscured by a thick summer haze.
As brush starts to dry Few birds dare to fly. The desert seems scorched and dead.
Slumping in defeat, The palms wilt in the heat Encased in their hot sandy bed.
Critters have tried To find places to hide, Too hot for them even to eat.
Unable to run They’re trapped in the sun, Nearly baked in unbearable heat.
As surprising as they are, Summer storms from afar, Appear to save the day.
The critters find relief, Sent from God, my belief To drive the heat away.
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