This summer has been very hot
It is likely to be the hottest on record
Like many I have been outdoors
For as long as I could be
That was until last week
When I saved a woman
From being hit by a speeding car
But I was injured myself
I broke my leg
It was a bad injury
Which has left me bed bound
For at least a month
Jessie and my three sisters
Have been so kind to me
They feed and wash me
And keep an eye out for sores
Which might cause me problems
As it is so hot I prefer to be naked
With the fresh sea breeze cooling me
I feel that I would suffocate
If I was bed dressed
Of late my wife and my sisters
Have attended me without clothes
Which is kind of them
And Hilda has given me a book
About T.E.Lawrence
Which is an enjoyable read
At night I imagine myself
Fighting the bad guys in the desert
Instead of sweating and being unable
To move a great deal
Cass has purchased a dozen cigarette cards
Dating from the period as they interest me
She has also insisted on being on bedpan duty
Which I enjoy as she wears only an apron
Nora is the blanket bath queen
As she is the gentle and light handed
And does not worry if I get an erection
The silly thing is that hot weather
Has always makes me horny
And the sight of four beautiful women
Looking after my every need quite naked
Is pleasurable to say the least
I often wonder if I am not indeed dead
And this is the heaven of my choice
As I took an almighty whack
When saving the mayors daughter
And whilst I am on the subject
I have been told that I am going to be
Awarded something or the other
In a ceremony at the town hall
When I am better and can walk unaided
I was offered a wheelchair but chose to wait
At present Annie is painting a water colour
Of the pink crimson tree in our garden below
She is a slight girl and not very tall
And looks like a Botticelli Angel
The sunlight almost makes her invisible
Hilda and Cass are working on a sampler together
In the shadow of the drape
And Jessie my beloved wife is quietly reading to me
Possibly because I am sometimes delirious I notice fine detail
One rather trite observation is that the light afternoon breeze
Hardens the nipples of my wife and my three sisters
When they are in this open and airy room
I am now considering writing a poem
About these days and weeks of experience
Who knows I might actually finish it this time …