Sitting under a southern sky
soaking up the tranquil day
I watch the world pass me by
from the city by the bay.
The sky is the bluest blue
and the trees burst out in song.
The natives drink their home brew
in the land that they belong.
Stickiness and ickyness
there is nothing we can do
The end is anyones guess
and we do not have a clue.
So grab your sunnies and your hats,
and head on down to the coast.
Here it is, summers back
and we’re all about to roast!
Charlie Ann Alford 