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A wave of summer is swelling higher and higher
Blowing ever hotter breezes across the bayou.
"I have to put my weary feet in a pan of water."
That's what Old Papa groaned as he sat
down on the back door step in the shade of the
thickly green chinaberry tree.
Out in the fields since before the crack of
dawn, now ready to eat dinner,
Old Papa's mind feels cool relief knowing
the tomatoes are picked, packed and ready to go.
Old Papa is ready to rest.
For a little while.
Until the burning sun lowers itself down into
the coolness of the bayou bringing up the
misty waters to meet the sky.
Then Old Papa once again will stir his stumps.
Evening chores.
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