A Peek Into the Past

Passing trees with gauzy nests Of caterpillars hanging down Jars a memory that rests Within the folds of brain cell town. My dad and all the neighbor men, With flaming torches, did attack Those selfsame sacs so ne’er again Would gypsy moths be coming back. We children gathered ‘round to gape As fiery clumps fell from the trees, A happening which helped to shape A reminiscence there to seize. The dads, the dusk, the shadows cast, The neighborhood community Unlocks a peek into the past To visit with impunity.