Sounds of Summer

I heard the wind call out and say, Arise my child; it's a brand new day; School is out; it winds up with a sigh, And the kids are dancing on feet that fly. Flip flops and freckles burn in the sun, Everyone's out there to soak up the fun; The day is clear and the sky so blue, Time to have fun and explore all that's new. The bells on a truck roll up the street; And we hear the pitter patter of soft little feet; The delicious taste of sweet ice cream, Tickles the palate of a child's dream. Sandcastles built for the waves to consume, Shells to be found in the sands of the dune; Racing and diving in foam topped waves, Exploring and playing in cool dark caves. Roller skate downhill and double dutch rope, A baseball game filled with hope; Bubbles of pop that float up the nose, A tasty hotdog, down the tummy it goes. The meadows are loud with joyful noise, With the carefree shouts of girls and boys; They run with the grass between their toes, To chase the sky where the butterfly goes. There’s lots to eat, all things delicious, Bottoms to spank if kids get officious; But at end of day when all’s said and done, It was a perfect day, so filled with fun.