Treasure Island

Alan Bruce Thompson


Midsummers Day


Shoulders bared, welcoming the sun,
Being half naked is part of the fun.

All heads turn as the beautiful walk by,
Every thing looks better today beneath a heavenly sky.

With the ever-warming globe, the summers are not the same,
Only rare moments of sun, between the winds and the rain.

But the bodies are all burnt, the radiation’s too strong,
With all the carbon oxidation, the atmospheres gone.

The delicate balance of life, for which nature doth toil.
Is ruined by us in our greed to burn all the oil

Submitted: Thursday, March 27, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 28, 2014

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