Summer's Tempest

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Summer's Tempest

Summer's Tempest is in the air,
dark rolling clouds are everywhere.
Soon the sun begins to fade,
 rolling thunder pierced the glade.

Now the winds begin to rise,
in a violent battle for the prize.
The trees in a frenzied dance,
 rain begins to flow and prance.
Soon lightening joins in the fight,
Striking trees and ground with all it's might.
Branches crack, the leaves they shudder,
again, we hear the rolling thunder.

© June 3, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved 

Recipe for Disaster

Recipe for Disaster

In a large bowl, place 3 unrelated thoughts,
separated from a swiss cheese brain.
Whip into frenzy, then add a dash of confusion
and beat until stiff peaks form. Set aside.

In saucepan mix strength and courage,
with a pinch of stubbornness.
Let boil over medium heat
stirring constantly until
mixture forms a hard ball;
then remove from heat and pout
into large bowl, in a fine stream
beating constantly until glossy.

When beaten well add a teaspoon of insanity,
along with a touch of impatience.
Then spread unevenly in oblong pan
then try to wait until cool.

© 6/3/2010  M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved

Grandma's Little Garden Bugs

Grandma’s little Garden Bugs

Two little garden bugs in the pansy bed,
Pulling out the weeds and grass,
To keep the flowers fed,
See the pretty flowers Grams?
Can we keep them please?

Oh my little garden bugs,
This I’m sad to say
Soon your little pansy bed
Will quickly fade away.
For the fairies on silver wings
Need them to feed the trees.

Please don’t cry my little ones,
Your care will be rewarded
In their place my garden bugs,
New treats will be awarded.
Soon more blossoms will appear
On other plants very near.

So take good care my garden bugs,
of all the blossoms ‘round you.
Pulling all the weeds and grass,
And keep the blossoms fed.
Soon the treats will be ripe
And ready to be eaten.

©2010, Suzanne Wyatt.  All rights reserved.