A (cheesy) little poem I wrote one very hot night sitting outside in my Brooklyn backyard.
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Little firefly,
What are you doing here?
Don’t you belong
in open fields
by sliding streams
under uninterrupted skies?
Little firefly,
What are you doing here?
You don’t belong
in this stifling air
in this viney valley
in my Brooklyn backyard!
Little firefly,
What keeps you here?
Have you gotten confused
by window lights
by the voices that drift
in my Brooklyn backyard?
Little firefly,
I’m glad you’re here.
You remind me
that I, too, can live here
that I, too, can shine here
in and out of my Brooklyn backyard.
Comments (2)
Francy,
I love it! You have so many talents…now I know poetry is another one!:) I like the last few lines in particular. A comforting reminder to those of us who are Christians, living far away from family, etc that we can shine here! Awesome!:)
Cheesy, nothing! (Mum Hoyt)