I could hear them as I approached the north end of Rabbit Lane. Ka-swishhh ka-swishhh ka-swishhh ka-swishhh–swika swika swika swika swika. With the blue sky above, the fields and pastures all around, and the butterflies and bees winging in warm air, the sound of the ground-line sprinklers was true music. A summer song.
Summer Song
Ground-line sprinklers in the green alfalfa hay
make such pretty music,
like the field song of crickets and katydids
on a hot, summer evening.
Cows’ tails swishing in the tall, dry grass,
and the breeze fluttering stiff poplar leaves,
add apropos percussion
to the sublimity and song.
Rabbit Lane 
The Joys of summer. Yay!
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I look forward to reading some of your poetry.
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That is an amazing shot!
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Thanks Brian. I hope to have captured some special images before they are gone forever.
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beautiful picture and words 🙂
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thanks so much for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it.
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