Remembering the Fireflies
I remember the dear nights,
When fireflies skimmed the lawn.
When folks sat on the porch and
Talked ‘til nearly dawn.
Mason jars were nearby and I
Tried to fill one with those sparkly things,
Feeling sorrow for their confinement,
Curiosity won over it seems.
With a knife I punched air holes in the top
Of one of those old used jars,
And nature got back at me for I sliced
My hand with two long bloody bars.
Stitches were required and to this day
I’ll remember the captured flies,
And let them be free and wander
Like stars in the grand Texas skies.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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