summer mornings we drink sunshine for breakfast
while daddy mows the lawn and fills the air
with smells of gasoline and freshly cut grass.

summer afternoons we splash through sunscreen and sprinklers
while mommy hums happily in the school room
and the scents of bleach and laundry detergent
breeze through the open carport.

summer evenings we ride our bikes through neighborhoods
contentedly caught in the enchanted spells of the
sweet air and silvery twilight.

summer nights we sleep with cool sheets
and listen to the trains rolling down Dixie Highway
in the thickness of dark.