with a golden sun that is still summer <br />while the first leaves of autumn begins to fall <br />and there is peace and tranquillity in my universe <br /> <br />until the phone curses shrilly, <br />the neighbour’s children run around in the street <br />screaming wherever they go, <br />while they throw each other with lumps, <br /> <br />guests that come visiting <br />ring the front bell <br />and the dogs bark <br />running up and down in the yard.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sky-is-bright-blue/
