Summer Sunday Sounds in Penn by John Bowler

 

Should you perchance early to awake,

The dawn chorus- a glorious sound will make.

Then, later, other sounds pervade the ear,

The whirr of a distant lawn mower I hear.

Next, a strangulated trumpet blast,

Then a shout of “Scrap-I-Ro-N…”

As the lorry moves slowly past.

An afternoon snooze in the garden puts you at ease,

Accompanied by the hum of bees.

At various times, sirens blare,

Emergency vehicles race with no time to spare.

In late afternoon, the children shout,

“The ice cream man is about!”

Strident notes of “Yankee Doodle Dandy”

Define his location – nice and handy!

In the sky, planes from Halfpenny Green,

On pleasure flights can be heard and seen.

In early evening, the bells of St. Bart’s ring,

Calling worshippers to rejoice and sing.

As the day comes to an end,

Hymns of praise to our Heavenly Father they send.

Darkness creeps across the sky,

The fox on nightly patrol emits an eerie cry.

An owl hoots in the trees and flies away,

St Bart’s strikes twelve to end the day.