So many noises all around,A bustling, busy beatOf neighbors with their power tools,Of skateboards in the street,My flip-flops pacing through the houseThen back and forth outside,The ice cream truck that's tinkling byA mailbox opened wide,The sprinklers swooshing round and roundThis sunny afternoon,My fingers strumming while Iwait–I hope the bus comes soon!A basketball that smacks the ground,A squeaky swing, a shout,The baby banging at the doorFor Mom to bring him out.I have to listen carefully,I wouldn't want to miss . . .
The perfect sounds: the screechy brakes,The creaky door, the hiss.And then, at last, I hear them all!I take off at a run,The bus my cousin's on is here . . .It's time to have some fun!…
