Summertime
Dancing through daisies,
feeling the beat,
dreaming of sunshine
and something to eat.
Smelling the lilacs,
listening to birds,
Humming, eyes closed—
don’t need any words.
Splish, splash, drip, drip, drip.
Rain falls on my head.
It doesn’t matter—
I’ll get wet instead!
feeling the beat,
dreaming of sunshine
and something to eat.
Smelling the lilacs,
listening to birds,
Humming, eyes closed—
don’t need any words.
Splish, splash, drip, drip, drip.
Rain falls on my head.
It doesn’t matter—
I’ll get wet instead!
This poem is copyright (©) Cindy Faughnan 2026
About the Writer
Cindy Faughnan
Cindy writes poems for children and adults when she's not working on her middle grade novels. Her poems have appeared in ROAR Kids Magazine and VISUAL VERSE. She completed an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She lives in Vermont where she enjoys reading, gardening, and watching birds.
