The Long Shadows

Lisa R. Strong
The long shadows fall;
In the afternoon sun;
Midsummer heat;
Baking the ground;
Images swimming;
Haziness fills my eyes;
Water pours from my skin;
My feet are weighed down;
By the heavy saturation;
And lack of fresh air;
Lazy days of August;
Nights with no rest;
Steam rising upward;
From a sudden rain shower;
Offers no relief;
So in my blessed abode, I hide;
Sheltered from the baking sun;
The only sound that I hear;
In the everlasting stillness;
Is the steady whir of a window fan;
Lulling me to sleep

Published by Lisa R. Strong

I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre...  View profile

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  • Missy H.7/25/2008

    Tell me about it. It's 100 degrees here most of the day rightnow or atleast like 98, and then with the humidity, makes ya not want to do anything. Nice poem :)

  • mimpi7/23/2008

    wonderful, as always....

  • Nancie Norton7/22/2008

    In the South, especially Florida, the Humidity is so high and the heat is soooo bad. I could feel this poem, you have an Awesome style of writing Girl! ~ PEACE SISTER ~

  • Charles Reynolds7/21/2008

    I could feel the oppression of the heat and the relief within. well done.

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