Lounging Around

Lounging around on those long summer days A cloudless blue sky, so calm and serene. A buzz in the air, a bee makes his way As we lay there dozing, living the dream. Echoes of yelling, of children at play, Haring around in the hot summer sun. Sun worshipers bask for most of the day, Some burned to a crisp, the paler ones dun. Late afternoon, some respite from the heat Now time for the food, the barbecue's lit. Then wafts the aroma, as flame sears meat The chicken impaled, turns round on the spit. Dad dishes the food, he thinks he's the chef Each standing in line awaiting their turn. Mother though knows she'll be cleaning the mess, She winces, watching the sausages burn. Come early evening it's time to wind down Children now fractious, soon time for their beds. Dads got a beer, saying he's done his bit Mother looks on smiling, shaking her head. Best Rhyming Poem in March - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo 3/04/2018. Placed 4th. (Poem posted 3/12/2018)