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.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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