Time for my annual post of an old poem I wrote years ago.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

I always post this on the first evening I see the lightning bugs in the back yard. Well, this is it. I just sat at the back door for a half hour, Lucy Lu in my lap, watching the flashes of my old friends.

This is a special ritual of mine- for a few moments it allows me to go back to when I was young, innocent, stupid, and happy. I'm still two of those things- YOU figure it out.

Hope you enjoy this. Hope the lightning bugs flash for you too.
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Lightning Bugs

Warm springtime dusk-- Just right
for barefoot-running through
the back-yard grass so cool
and tickley; fresh and nice--
The flashes happen suddenly,
hidden at the corner of an
unsuspecting eye--
Now stop! Stand still;
don't breathe or blink,
for they may see and fly,
unseen, away!
Now over there! Up in the trees!
As night sneaks up to cool the breeze;
a Flash! and Flash!
Before you know you're darting
here and there across
the night-dark grassy lawn,
hands snatching at
a million zillion flecks
of winking yellow light--
You reach, and catch!
Your Mason jar is full
of blinking midnight
magic-lantern fire!
So, giggling, off to bed--
You keep your jar safe by your head--
You drowse to sleep, and smiling, dream
of whirring through the night on wings of
sprinkly, starry, winking, twinkly light.

© 2014 Steven A. Hessler
All Rights Reserved

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Prisoner_Number_Six!

Oh, I just love this poem. It takes me back too........

I'm glad you posted it tonight.

We all need a visit to our remote past...