Midsummer Madness

The winds whisper

As they wind through the Cypress,
It’s leafs glistening, 
As they deflect the light,.
Illuminating the dark deep madeira..
Shadows cast to the west as the sun
Reaches its height
The time is now! 
For all mad dogs

And English men
To enter the arena.
They all make a show

With their crab like glow.
Whilst the Portuguese

Watch in the shade
The Spanish sleep  

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