The Summertime Parade
The sparkles in the pavement lit up like tiny stars –
Or maybe gems in sunbaked sands in some strange land on Mars.
A stretch of grass sprawled out above – inviting, fragrant, green.
It seemed to whisper wondrous tales of worlds as yet unseen.
From behind drifted summer’s scents – those strange but playful smells.
And shouts and laughter rang and pealed like lovely golden bells.
And through it all a strip of cream stretched out taut as a drum –
Strong, firm, but rather poke-able – much like old chewing gum.
This stripe of bizarre substance, although mundane to most,
Was really rather magical; it had a show to boast!
As sunshine shone, popsicles dripped, and folks drank lemonade,
This mighty strip premiered its gift: a summertime parade!
Performers marched in armor shining brightly in the light!
They marched this way and that way – up and down and left and right!
Their patterns were astounding, chaotic though they seemed,
And each time they reformed their lines, I cheered for them and dreamed
That someday I might join them marching in the summer sun.
To be a part of their parade – it would be so much fun!
Darting, weaving to and fro in their amazing dance –
I spent unending summer days in awe of summer’s ants.