Golden Crown Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Golden Crown



Forty words:

Umbrella weather damp and cold
Mr. Sun has gone on hold.
Drip-drip-drip from every tree,
Roaring thunder constantly.

July is usually fair of face
Umbrella weather has no place.
Floral perfume drifts around
~~Mr. Sun wears the crown~~

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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