Indiana Summer

The cecadas call merily Across green fields of maize While a humid Haze settles Underneath a burning sun The wind blows hot and meager To escape the relentless burn But cloudless skies give no respite inviting all; but fooling none The daylight is far from over Saved for the work that's needs to be done The Grass needs mowed and gardens sewed Before we have our fun But in the evening breifly at orange end of day The fireflys light up the night And signals time to play