A Night in July

Form: Cyhydedd Hir

On an evening breeze that brings us its ease to summer’s hot frieze
So ends the day
Of blistering heat leaving senses beat like drying wheat
How can we play?

But at the night fall we hear the fire call to unite us all
In summer’s song
With stories to tell and maybe a spell, we sing all is well
Where we belong

© JG Farmer 2019

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