On hottest day, relentless
sun,
Shines down, feels
overbearing,
Touching all that’s in it’s
path,
With no let up and no
caring.
So even dogs seek out what
shade,
Might give them some
relief,
When man looks at
thermometer,
His eyes show
disbelief.
The dog days of late
summer,
Have settled all
around,
Both man and beast seek
their respite,
From any shade that’s
found.
The earth is cooked like
some brown crust,
Left baking far too
long,
For clouds that brought the
springtime rains,
Have left, and now are
gone.
Hot stagnant days that zap
the strength,
Oppressive time for
sure,
A battle now of wits and
will,
To survive and
endure.
The flowers are all wilted
now,
Their color somewhat
jaded,
Like tempers that are set on
edge,
And laughter that has
faded.
Kansas is a harsh
land,
With seasons of
extreme,
Tempers its’
inhabitants,
And leaves them gaunt and
lean.
Like the pioneers before
them,
Who came and learned to
cope,
A Kansan is
resilient,
And always full of
hope.
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