Books by Miller H Caldwell
Allanton Sanctury Auldgirth was today's setting 30th June 2007 It was wet. By wet I mean dreadfully wet. So here's me out of a warm bath reflecting.....
The Wettest June I heard the man say
Records were breaking day after day
My umbrella is useless
It often goes missing
And that's when I need it
Just when it is ...raining
Out with the flags on the soft grassy green
Did I say Green? Yes, you know what I mean
Rain gets in your eyes and runs down your specks
And ears are designed for draining your necks
Flags were so many and there was some bunting
Set in the hills where hunters go hunting
Each flag took its place, in a stand on the grass
So Canada was as big or as small as Honduras
Puddles were muddy, cars wheels did slide
And homes are flooded around high tide.
Rochester and Yorkshire got it real bad
It was much worse there, than we ever had
We hate it, it soaks us, it's really a pain
This thing we detest, this thing we call rain
But wait for a moment, just a moment to think
This stuff we happily send down the sink
It's more than just rain, wetting the land
Without it life dies, dried up in the sand
Each drop has a purpose
It came from God's hand.
9th International World Peace Day
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|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|"Each drop has a purpose". I couldn't agree more.
|Reviewed by Charlie
|I love the rain. I think God sends it 'cause he secretly loves me best.--Charlie|
|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|So true,, We do need rail , even if it comes in excess amounts.. We could ask for a wee bit less!...Cute little poem!........M|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Well writeen and a joy to read. However, sometimes you can have too much of a good thing too, right?? Sorry it rained on your parade.....