Monday, April 13, 2015

Ode to Lake Sandpipers

Silver skies,
growling pumps,
dragonflies,
stinks like dumps.
 
Golf cart Armada,
pumps a-thumping,
grass reappearing,
more rain coming.
 
(Here's Jim's)
 
Water's creeping
up to the houses,
carrying fire ants,
scaring the mouses.


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