Margaret is driving the pot of Poetry Jam this week and her pot is to compose a poem on the subject of 'chilling' on a nice summer's evening.Chilling
I crossed the gushing stream at Oakfield Bridge,
the tiny flies around me madly milling.
Beneath the sweating sun, I climbed the ridge,
feeling like a sandwich slowly grilling.
The swirling mass about my head was filling
me with hatred for each pesky midge.
So now, I’m simply sitting here and chilling
but was I right to climb into this fridge?
Yes - chilling and summer don't seem to quite go together :) Dr. M & I bought a bottle of insect repellent last week - let's see if we remember to use it!
ReplyDeleteFunny guy! We have very few flying insects out here on the Oregon high desert .. I spend $0 on bug stuff.
ReplyDeleteFantastic! Thanks for the joyous words.
ReplyDeleteLOL! LOL! Dead right - those midges are a pain!
ReplyDeleteYes! Loved the sandwich slowly grilling line.
ReplyDeleteMidges big here in Scotland, as you know.
ha. there are days i would not mind climbing into the fridge...when i was young they had all those public service warnings about doing so in case you got stuck....but the gnats this year may be worth it...
ReplyDeleteMy heart resonated with:
ReplyDelete"The swirling mass about my head was filling
me with hatred for each pesky midge."
I know that hatred! I have felt it for a few of nature's creatures. A perfectly Pete sort of piece.
Those little bugs are horrid! We have mosquitos here and ticks as well. LOTS of DEET for me!
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