Only Mad Dogs...

As that old song by Noel Coward goes 'Only Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go Out in the Mid Day Sun'. That's why as this is the hottest day we've had for a while I have 'retired' indoors for an hour or two. Here';s something I prepared earlier this mroning..

I couldn't wait to share my first [and probably last attempt] at poetry.

Rose Tinted Specs And Reality.

Bright blue sky

Balmy breezes brush my skin

I admire the scene

Of long shadows

And sparkling dewy diamonds

On the early morning grass.

Peace and contentment

I fill my senses.

Shatteringly calmness

Is broken.

Utter silence and stillness

Motionless birds

Become petrified statues

When overheard the harsh cry

Of circling buzzards