Dark moss drapes from trees
one hears the droplets fall slowly
sultry heat, women in white
fans stirring the air, flies buzz
moving to the beat of fans
in circles in three quarter time
glasses of ice tea sweating
puddles of dew under them
children swimming in the creek
can be heard as a far off echo
counter beat of rocking chairs to each other
chicken frying, smells wafting in the air
humming from the cook, setting pots
Sunday dinner served as the sun sets
dinning room glowing red, silver shining
arm babies sleeping on mothers laps
soft laughter as one hears, "pass the cake"
everyone to full to move from table
room darkens as the sun drops behind trees
love has been shared and remembered
for a life time of family Sunday dinners