Summer Sounds Abound

Lying on a soft bed of grass Eyes closed to enhance the sounds That gives witness to the fact It’s the hottest time of year. The clanging of a bicycle’s bell With baseball cards flapping in its spokes As Billy rushes down to the nearby field Where balls smack against wooden bats. I hear the purr of a distant lawn mower The sound enhances the smell Of freshly cut bermuda Whose stains are on the knees of some young boy’s jeans. The swish, swish, swish that enters my head Entices visions of the rope being skipped To the rhythm of the young girls’ song “Down in the valley where the green grass grows...” Birds chirping, Bees buzzing, A dog’s bark intermixed With all these sounds And the sun beating down It’s a wonder how I drifted off to snoring. Entry in The Sounds of Summer contest