Poetry

fireflies
fireflies flying at night

Childhood Summer

Pink ice cream tastes so cool

Sitting at the edge of the pool

Warm sun at my back

There is nothing that I lack

A splash of water comes my way

Give me a minute I’ll be back at play

A clean dive into the water

Playing sharks and minnows I go in for the slaughter

Sun is setting time to get dry

Get the jar ready for the firefly

Night has come I can go no more

I fall asleep content and dreaming of what tomorrow has in store.

By: Rosemary Armel ©

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s