I hope you will forgive me posting a poem by my friend Tony. He doesn't have
a computer and lives in a rural area so feels pretty cut off. He is a member
of a small local writing group, but that seems more interested in short
stories than poems, so he gets very little feedback. Any comments you make
will be really appreciated by him.
Kind regards,
grasshopper
Boxer
by Tony S.
Sky trapped sun's heat and kept it there,
Allowed cooling breeze no entrance,
Left concrete, brick and dark tarmac
To take in the warmth and simmer.
Boxer dog claimed a pub's flat roof,
Four white shoes and a brindled coat,
With outspread legs and outstretched tail
To catch at any passing breeze.
Air sapped of life, disinterested,
From habit pawed at street litter,
Riffled some tired garden flowers,
Subsided to a flat, dead calm.
Too hot to sleep, dog's supine pose,
His fitful doze with twitches, jerks,
Was sharply interrupted by
Approaching footsteps on the road.
Cloth-capped steelworker homeward bound,
Hot, cindered eye in blackened face,
His work-boots pinching tired feet,
Dying for a pint to lay the dust.
Enraged by heat the dog sprang up,
Barked wildly at the man below,
Who looked and wearily replied,
"Ah, shut your mouth, you flat-nosed git."
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