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Hot Day
It was too hot to play,
So I lay down.
I listened to the crickets,
Lazing on a stone,
Singing drowsily as they dozed.
The lizard lay basking
Motionless, without a wink
Of an eye;
His skin shining
Like a diamond.
Slowly the cows moved
As they grazed;
A sudden breeze
Rippled the grass.
The daisy's eye
Stared up,
To where its golden eye
Met the golden eye
Of the sun.
by
Jacqueline Hamer
