SUMMER SPEED

On a southern hill in the distant afar,
Come roaring sounds from racing stock cars.

Bicyclists are seen rushing through town,
Following marked roads, as they pedal around.

Runners are running, agonizingly distressed,
Pushing the limits, 'fore taking a rest.

Summer came and summer went,
With lightning speed, and no repent.

Fireworks filled the darkened sky,
Leaving cherished memories for the great by and by.