Summer Kitchen Misery

There was a hot kitchen,
In a little town,
In the mid summer,
Where heat empowered all.

It dragged its employees
Through ditches full of sweat,
While they tried to labor
In hot air with food and prep.

Next to ovens and stoves
That were deathly hot.
They savored every step
When in the ice chest.

Cold water they would gulp
Refreshing their dry throats.
While trying their best
To stay hydrated.

When summer seemed to cease
Happiness filled them all,
Because cool weather
Was a sign for fall.

By Evelyn Creon