Dog Days of SummerThe porch swing hangs heavy. The potted plants sigh;But none is so hot norSo weary as I.The music of crickets, The buzz of the flyIs droning unansweredTired and dry.The sun on the gardenHas dried every leaf;The vines have all witheredGone summer's feast.The Queen Ann has faded.Is no longer white.All life waits in... Continue Reading →

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