Sounds of Summer
The roar of the neighbor's tractor
as it pulls the cultivator,
the buzz of the helicopter
spraying the planted field,
familiar sounds of summer
near my little rural home.
A distant howling coyote
coveting my clucking hens,
the crowing of the rooster
proclaiming his domain,
the swish of my sickle as
I decimate the weeds
are ordinarily unnoticed by
my inattentive ear.
An unusual commotion
in the bright blue summer sky,
alerts me that the eagles
are having
a raucous conversation.
My attention is drawn
to the cooing of a dove.
We play hide and seek
as I try to locate him.
I stop my mundane chore
to listen.
I hear
the chirp of a cricket,
the rustle in the trees,
the swish of a humming bird,
the buzzing of the bees
and flies,
the scolding of a jay,
cawing of the crows,
croaking of a frog,
and then
my ear attunes
to the soprano
in the choir of the birds.
Happy summer sounds.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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