It is awfully hot
In this country of ours
And to make it cooler than at present
I have no such power.
Here I am sitting
With three fans on me
But I am still feeling uncomfortable
And full of lethargy.
It’s not me to complain,
I am just stating the fact
And bear in mind I am sitting here
With no shirt on my back.
To move from here
Will take determination
And right now, let me say most clearly,
This is not my intention.
For to move from here
Is to use up precious energy
That the heat has already sapped
From out of me.
I am grateful, though
That I am here in the shade
For were not for the roof above me,
Nothing would avail.
I am thankful also
For this open window
Through which there a light breeze
That constantly blows.
I had to share with you
The almost forgotten side
For while as I said, it is awfully hot,
The good I must not hide.
Three fans, I have stated
And two open windows
Through which I have mentioned.
A slight wind blows.
I am sorry for you
Who are traversing the street
And for workers on metallic roofs
It cannot be sweet.
Do rehydrate often
Not with water too cold
And in the event of a fainting spell
There’s something to hold.
It’s a good way down
From the roof to the ground
And do remember there is a family
Who wants you around.
It is awfully hot
But you are still alive
Whereas the dead cannot tell
Having not survived.
Let’s give thanks for the sun
However hot
And let us look forward to the time
When temperatures drop.
Stewart Russell © September 28, 2025
