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| Daniel A. Stafford | 7/18/2000 2:55:59 AM 10/15/2020 3:40:15 AM | 846 |
Little Summer Magic
I think that when I was a child, there was more magic in the world.
I think that maybe, just maybe, sometimes reality twirled and swirled.
I remember summer days, hot sunshine and ice-pops, training wheels.
Before I got that far, just a wee tyke barely three I learned how it feels.
Red, blue, and green lightning bugs.
Yep, those fireflies came in neon colors and flew jigs.
I later wondered if the red and blue ones found different digs.
What happened to the red and blues, I went on and on.
Noni, Nono, are they all gone?
They were sitting in those lawn chairs just after dark.
Smiling while I chased lightning bugs laughing.
Summer was different back then. I saw all.
Just like the wee folk dancing in the small,
Only a child's eyes could see them.
Then I was older, and the whole world just, well, shifted.
The color fliers vanished with the fall.
I just happen to remember it all.
Moon glowing, warm night breezes,
The King of the Fairies freezes.
Another bit of magic lost in the mists of time.
The Greens stay to remind us, and the stars still twinkle.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/18/2000
Author's Comments
A very, very early childhood memory. I actually remember a night when my grandparents were sitting out in lawn chairs watching me chase all three colors of lightning bug. I wonder if the color is grandparent magic or child magic, but the sense of wonder lingers. This was a sweet time, and it's colored happy, too.
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| Leigh | marin@kci.net | 3/2/2001 5:21:45 PM | |
| What a lovely memory .... magical, to be sure. *s* I think it was a little of both -- grandparent AND child magic. *s* Leigh | |||