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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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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