Summer time on grandpa's farm (poem)

Things are growing

There is new life in the air

Flowers blossom, fruit trees bud

Bees are buzzing, toads and frogs are croaking.

Lightning bugs put on a night time show

At dawn a rooster crows

Horses neighing from their stalls

Pounding hoofs are coming from the pasture

Clucking echos hen house

Little barking and meowing is all around

Trees sway in the wind

Grass is blown out of place

Butterflies flutter

The rustling of the swimming pool

It is that time again

I hear the screaming and splashing of cold water hitting warm skin

I hear the old tractor sputter and spit

And I hear the grinding wheels of the middle aged four wheeler.

I taste bitter wine grapes and sweet juicy blackberries

At sunset a noise starts to brew

"Crackle, Crackle" twigs start to snap

Start to snap under the heat of the bond fire

Music reaches the heavens

When the moon shines brighter than normal, I know in my heart that my grandpa Oller is telling his wife

"I miss you"

And it is here I know I do not have to live a double life

And I know in my heart I Am Home.