street lights on
we all sat down
on the porch steps

third of July
sipping lemon shakeups
beside the campfire

tin pans blowing in the breeze
rich black dirt
harvest

greeted at the door
friendly
the feeling of being at home

warm spring morning
humming of the microwave
the kids come running

riding my bike
home from Bible school
summer evenings

warm summer nights
the trucks appeared
and fog filled the air

focused
the stairs
row of bicycles

in the backyard
fishing pole in hand
the summer heat