Summer Sounds I

Summer Sounds I an alarum of distant clanks wakens drowsy heads bright eyes inspect the room outside the sun is calling tapping on the windows with cedar branches, “get up” cow bells clank in dull chorus they trod home for relief milk splishes into pails warm and foamy the girls return to pasture for another day of manufacture granny door cracking echoes through the pines releases the hordes of children once again with aged groan it crack closed to keep the flies out. pounding on the earth young feet earthquake to the glassed lake, breath in the chill air and catch the sun as it rises above the forest giggles and shrieks break the waters poise the day commences