by JRR

Created on: April 18, 2008

Sitting on the front porch
After the sun goes down
Takes me back to my childhood
With no one else around

Watching the lightning bugs
Shine their tiny lights
Like fairies at play
Dancing in the night

Frogs croaking in the pond
Bullfrogs adding bass to their song
Crickets adding tenor
Could make you feel that nothing could go wrong

The lonely soulful cry of the whip-poor-will
Calling for its mate
Finally an answer in the distance
The closer together, no long can they wait

A gentle summer breeze
Moving without a sound
Bringing the sweet scent of hay
Freshly cut, laying on the ground

Those memories come flooding back
Reminding me of happier, simpler times
When trouble seemed minimal
And all the time in the world was mine

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