FIREFLIES (1975)
The other night, we watched
with silent awe as our children
chased, caught and bottled...
fireflies
And, shades of nostalgia...
we remember other little children
of long ago, who also delighted in
catching those little beaming beacons
of the star-lit night sky
Every season seems to have its
simple pleasures, even summer with...
the squeals and squeaks of children
the splashing of ponds and pools
the resonant croaking of our four-legged
base and baritone friends
the luxury of a shade tree...
and picnics in the park
It seems as though it was only yesterday...
My, how time...and fire...flies.
The other night, we watched
with silent awe as our children
chased, caught and bottled...
fireflies
And, shades of nostalgia...
we remember other little children
of long ago, who also delighted in
catching those little beaming beacons
of the star-lit night sky
Every season seems to have its
simple pleasures, even summer with...
the squeals and squeaks of children
the splashing of ponds and pools
the resonant croaking of our four-legged
base and baritone friends
the luxury of a shade tree...
and picnics in the park
It seems as though it was only yesterday...
My, how time...and fire...flies.
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