The sound of a cricket
And a gentle breeze in the trees
Daniel giggling and splashing in a bucket
Jordan stomping big ga-lumps in the kiddie pool
A car driving slowly down our country dead-end road with a casual wave
Yells and laughs in the back yard and distant splashes of cannonballs
The slight smell of a blooming rose on the air and dry grass everywhere
That gentle breeze touching my skin like a cool breath
More crickets joining the first to make a background chorus
Of a perfect summer hour
