My Fathers Favorite Season

It is almost summer Your favorite time of year The flowers are sprouting Green trees are in full bloom The birds are chirping The rivers are still The creeks are rolling over the little peebles The house is quiet, not a sound But, the frogs hollering Sitting on the porch overlooking the road Watching the trucks and cars whizzing by. The valley is so depth and wide But, a beautiful site to see Laughter of lilacs Rainbows of roses Songs of the robins In late evening hours You smelled the sweet scented breezes of honeysuckle With the warm air around you