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Heat Wave

We may all love the summer weather,
And some may be obsessive
But we have such heat right now
That it is incredibly oppressive.

And while it should be nice and pleasant
Right now the heat is too extreme,
And the boiling hot Sun we suffer here
Is one of the greatest we have seen.

We puff and pant and are soaked with sweat,
Thinking: 'How much hotter can this get?'
Or 'if only I could ...

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Heat WaveStuart VannerSummerThe SunWeather



This summer season must be the best,

For it is when with the world I am most impressed.

It is time to be out and to have constant fun,

To be under blue skies and the endless Sun.


Time for scorching hot days and muggy nights,

To see smiling faces all filled with delight.

It is time to relax and time to unwind,

While all about you there is joy to find.



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SeasonsStuart VannerSummerSummertime

One Final Hurt

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Every now and then, we find a band aide to cover a wound on our soul

As soothing as it seems, we must pay the toll

for it will eventually begin to peel

and in anticipation of the pain we will feel

our muscles tense and our jaws clench

until it is pulled off all at once

like an assassin’s attack with no alert

one final hurt


To recover, we sleep as thunder rumbles its wa...

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The Summer Tree

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The Summer Tree.


You missed your niece decorating the Summer Tree
with strings of butterflies and flowers we bought
in Kelsall at the festival.
… then here she encircled small white stones
around dark flat slate and pointing at a
photograph softly asked, “who’s he ?” …

You missed your nephew skipping through
the hall and dripping choc ice onto a shoe
whilst bala...

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Harvest Memories

Glorious was that day:

Star rich the summer sky

Amongst the sun warm hay

We stole a sack on which to lie


Warm was that night:

Grass framed the starry gems

Below the hov'ring kite

We kissed amongst the tall grass stems


Heavenly was that tryst:

Grass rough the bed we made

Below a dusky mist

We took our love as grasses swayed


Fierce was that lust:


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