and floods the town,
Where is the clown
who can sugarcoat this place from turning brown?
Where is the soldiers who can clear the road
so that fewer cars get into accident and wait to be towed?
Summer at last,
Spring is the past,
Where is the muses
How waves hit home,
and inspire me to write a poem,
As the sky goes wan and the story is told,
Sunset dripping, a pot of gold.
Alphabe-Thursday ( Creative Thoughts)