Today when I was talking to Cori out of the blue she started talking about lightning bugs and asked why we don't have lightning bugs out here. This is something we talked about last summer when we realized we don't have lightning bugs out here. Anyways...talking about that made me think of a poem my Great Grandfather wrote and my mom used to read to me when I was a kid. I thought I would share it with you guys.....hope you like it.
That there lightning bug
I walked out through the garden
on a dark and moonless night
A thousand golden candles
flickered there within my sight
With a graceful flowing motion
they were dancing all around
Ever silently, softly glowing
from the tree tops to the ground
Like embers from a fire
they shot into the air
No pattern to their movement
just darting here to there
As falling stars that travel
through the darkness of the night
Nothing seems to bother
the capers of their flight
When the show was over
and the candles ceased to glow
It surely made me wonder
how it could be so
Written by my great grandfather - Clyde Bake "The Old Fisherman"
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