Summer sounds, 
float down suburban streets.
The noisy hum of cicadas,
the squeaky whir of portable fans,
the hearty crunch of watermelon seeds,
the hollow clink of ice cubes, suspended in sticky lemonade.

Summer sounds,

muffled by thick blankets of summer heat. 

But sudden peals of children's laughter
sends ringing ripples of disturbance
across humidity's soupy surface.
Yes, it is the children. 

The children with their scabbed knees and rosy apple cheeks,

the children with their pool side races and biggest splashes,
the children with their backyard adventures and tree branch sword fights,
the children with their bold deeds that send mothers hearts flying to their throats.

Yes, it is the children
who make the best summer sounds.