I always liked the sounds of summer
When the locust would sing their own song
They’d fill the air with buzzing tones
And then others would join along
The crickets would also add their loud chirps
Of their own type of song they’d partake
And the katydids in their low tones
Did help keep the night awake
And over in the woods, you could also hear,
Down in the swampy bog,
The ones who sing with a mellow voice
There you’ll find the happy frogs
But where have they all disappeared and gone,
Country evenings are now very still
What I miss most of these, God’s creatures’ sounds,
Is the shrill song of the lone Whippoorwill
“Whippoorwill” “Whippoorwill” “Whippoorwill”
~ Viola Taylor
