Summer is coming
like a giant
steamroller,
belching smoke
and flame,
sounding like a
hurricane wind
as it flattens
all in its path
Random thoughts and poems (and photographs) written in the grammatical tense "Future Imperfect".
David Horton
Summer is coming
like a giant
steamroller,
belching smoke
and flame,
sounding like a
hurricane wind
as it flattens
all in its path