It’s here at last Time to tilt up the chin Close the eyes Breathe in scents of freshly cut grass, the fragrance of an emerging bloom, lunches taken outside The auditory canal waiting for the sweet song of Mother Nature
The roar and buzz of the mower The whine and crackle of the strimmer The clanking and crashing of plates Shouts and screams of the kids next door Shouts and screams of their parents Their argument captivating a neighbourhood. An incessant cacophony of engines, out to impress Pumping, bass heavy tunes Not my choice of a soundtrack for summer
Desperately jamming in the earphones Finding a soothing track with bird song, and babbling brooks, and a gentle breeze
Hoping that underneath it all, there is a still the whisper of summer
first published on wordsfromanotebook.com/sounds-of-summer
5 comments:
Brilliant to see you manage to post!!
It looks like I did it right? I had to create a blog in order to do it, but hey ho...here I am! :-D
You’ve really captured the sounds of summer when, like it or not, we share our lives with our neighbours before retreating into our shells when autumn and winter close in!
You did :) :) :) Do you want me to add a picture?
What a shame the lovely sounds of summer were hidden by the more commonplace noises we hear around us.So easy to relate to your message.
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