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| Open Poetry #11 |
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Fire Fly Glow |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
Firefly Glow By Richard Maxfield 6-28-2000 Setting on my porch As brilliant orange sun sets Darkness filling paintbrush sky Twilight sun shine yet Smell of fresh cut grass Nipping at my nose Warm gentle breeze Whisking through my toes Peaceful silence broken Knighting gale sing his song Twilight lousing its battle Will not be light for long In the distant dark Single firefly blink Transports to a time Mind begins to think Happy days now past When my children were small The hours spent in play Laughing having a ball Chasing firefly’s twinkle Distant flicker glow Bring them back to Daddy So proud for them to show Eyes so dazzling to shame Thousand starlight bright Put them in their jimmies Give a kiss goodnight Ever standing vigilant Keep them safe from harm Watching over my babies Tender heart with strong arm Burning bright with in my mind Loving those childhood ways Of such sweet innocences How I miss those days |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
we called them lightning bugs where i was from..enjoyed richard..brought back memories ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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maxtec1 Senior Member
since 2000-12-09
Posts 577Garland, Tx |
LOL we called them lighten buggs here too. I called then fireflies in the poem. It just seemed better. Thank you for your comment Love and light, Richard |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
MaxTec~ As those little fire-flies flicker - lots of memories are brought to mind. This is an adorable sharing piece. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Lady Lost Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 470 |
Tears in my eyes!!!! My son is only four, and I try not to think about how fast he is growing up..it is these memories that we hold dearly in our hearts. Great post. ....beth |
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