FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA… a poem of childhood (My hometown!)

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Crystal, clear bright waters

Remind me of my childhood.

Red cliffs of clay

Daunting, but scalable.

Long hanging wild scuppernong vines

God made for boys to swing out over a sandy, gully floor.

Catching crawfish hiding beneath the weeds and mud

Within a cold stream.

Moonlit nights on Mobile Bay

Chasing fireflies in the park.

Frisbee’s tossed to and fro

By boys with shoulder length hair.

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Hobie Cat sailboats line the shore

While mothers splash with toddlers in the gentle waves.

Riding our banana bikes to grandma’s

Because mom and dad were there for gumbo.

Picking every vegetable imaginable

From grandpa’s garden.

Digging worms beneath the compost pile

To use for fishing the next day.

Yes, life was much simpler

When I was a young man growing up in Fairhope, Alabama.

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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