Fireflies ride their tilt-o-whirl
Round and round the yard they swirl
Ghost dog clatters in his kennel, tail all thump and claws all rattle.
He's not there; I know he's gone
But I hear him still when night comes down.
Lightning flash and fireworks crash
Gardens bloom across the sky
And crickets sing, "Hey, it's July.
June is gone, let's say goodbye"
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Very nice.
Nicely said!
Your father and I agree we have one very talented daughter! Love your poetry. But then, your life is poetry, it just doesn't always rhyme.
Love Mom and Dad
A poet's heart distills in a few lines . . a season, a lost friend, a lifetime of observation.
And they can break your heart a little - even as they delight the mind's eye.
Well done.
Cathy M, thank you so much.
Lisa, thanks!
Mom, thank you. Coming from you it mean a lot. Love you!
Cathy,thanks, one of my favorite things is when the words just pop right up, no need for thinking about it, just bam. Fun
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