As the weather changes for a few days, a poem about summer rain...
Summer Rain
Softly falling on the parched soil
Trickling along the dusty furrows
The field where the farmers toil
And where a field mouse burrows
The beach is empty, gleaming white
Clouds reflected in blue grey wave
Cooler days are a dog walker's delight
Weeping sky mourns at summer's grave
The town is busy, the shoppers mingle
Holiday makers sip coffee, hot and sweet
The tills ring up, sale made, coins jingle
White helmet of policeman on the beat
The summer raining has its joys as well
For those aware, its charm, its spell
Café
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Drop-in Jèrriais chat today 1-1.50pm at Santander Work Café (upstairs in *LISBON
*room)
6 days ago
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