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
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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