Eight-line Poems 2

Tropics

Tropics

Ole, blond and red-faced,
brow with sweat trails laced,
looked out from the shade of the trees,
longing for just a breeze,
while the heated air shimmered
and sleeping dog whimpered.
“You may call it Eden,”
he said, “but it’s no Sweden.”


Line count: 8
Rhymed aabb
For Express It In Eight, 09.14.25
Prompt: Write a tropical poem.