Summer Bugs Poem by Shelly Langley

I stepped outside into my noisy backyard.
Beyond the fence, and the glasses shard.
Beyond the stream, the leaves, and trees.
Are all the noises that make me freeze.
On a sweltering day, and sticky night.
Some bugs in the summer give off their light.
I used to chase them when I was a kid.
And when I was call in the house, I hid.
Amazing how senses can give such a trip.
To the greatest of memories that I firmly grip.
To the greatest consistant sound in my life.
Though handed some cards that caused some strife.
Makes everything better to rock in the moonlight.
The sound of the summer bugs make everything right.