Fireflies

I remember summer nights
And watching fireflies
Happily flitting to and fro
Lighting up the skies

  

We all ran to chase them down
And put some in a jar
Punching holes into the lid
To make sure they'd get air

  

We sat the jars beside our beds
Where they would glow all night
Next day, after we turned them loose
They would fly right out of sight

  

We pulled off their little tails
And stuck them on our clothes
Pretended they were diamond rings
Fascinated by the golden glows

  

I got mad at my friend, Patty
And put one up her nose
The poor girl started screaming
It came out with several blows

  

Night sounds then were awesome
Ah, the chirping of the crickets
And the croaking of the little frogs
That lived among the thickets

  

Before we knew it, we'd all grown up
And had children of our own
The joy of chasing fireflies
Most kids have never known

  

I do have some regrets, though
And I know we sure weren't wise
When we pulled off the glowing tails
From those poor little fireflies

  

Recalling those special childhood times
When we enjoyed the ordinary pleasures
And lived a sparse, simplistic life
Are the ones my heart most treasures

  

Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
July 1, 2006
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