- . Symphony of Summer . -

For those of us who lived in rural America ...well, you know. :)

Golden lit memories
Shifting like photographs,
Starry nights beneath
A canopy of sapphire
Dancing lightening bugs
Floating on the breeze,
The cry of the frog,
And a coyote's howl
Symphony of summer
Sung in memory.
Children's laughter,
Sweet like lemonade.
Running in the meadows
Flying on the wings
Of an old tireswing.
The cool refreshment
Echoing from the river,
An old swimming hole
Long since forgotten.
I was there, so long ago
In those fields so sweet,
Among the hidden glory
Symphony of summer.
Song of birds softly
Mixed with cadydids.
A trembling blossom
That survives eternal
Locked within a memory.