Summer Sonnet II
Memories of the summer the barn blew away . . .
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It was the fourth of June, summer soon here.
The farm house rattled from winds yet unknown.
Just home from the pub, and filled up with beer,
Thoughts of loose women, wild oats that were sewn.
A gust from the west, brought with it big rain,
The old picture window breathed in and out,
Gretel, the dog whimpered loudly in pain,
Not knowing what all the shaking’s about.
Darkness around, so I could not see well,
When I peer’d out the window at the barn,
Which appeared to be missing, hard to tell.
Plough-wind? – an unwanted guest at the farm!
Still thoughts of summers I hold to this day,
Mem’ries of that June, the barn blew away!
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John Oliver Smith
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