FIREFLIES… a poem

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I follow the fireflies

On most balmy eves

Down near the bay shore

By the stand of pine trees

They’d wink on their lights

For the briefest of secs

As I got a little closer

Falling under the hex

Then like a magician

They’d just disappear

And I’d stand there real still

Out in the clear

With a jar in one hand

And its lid in the other

In hopes I could catch one

Along with his brother

To light up the nighttime

In my little bedroom

Then let them all go

When the morning does bloom

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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