Nature 2009

Nature 2009 The leaves on the trees are still green And the sun as bright as I've ever seen But the air is cold as a witches boob So I stay inside and watch the tube It's August and suppose to be hot But heavens to Betsy it is not Turning on the furnace would be too soon So I wrap up in a blanket and whistle a tune Oh, for a fire place nice and hot But a fire place I haven't got I'd throw a big log on the fire Instead wrapped in my blanket I play my lyre September is next and what do you bet It will be the hottest month yet Nature has lost it's mind for sure Give it a spoonfull of medicine for the cure. August 31, 2009 ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria