He stayed up half the night
collecting one hundred fireflies in a mason jar.
Just before midnight he unscrewed the lid
and released them inside the screen porch.
Next door a man leaps high and says to his wife:
Oh! Magic!
Cute poem. Cute Nom De Plume or handle. God bless all poets-MJG.
Loved this one too; brought a big smile to my face. Great poem. Bob
this is so refreshing sonny! Put a big ol grin on my face! Thank you! Donna
this one gave me an idea on how to surprise someone...which makes me think...where in the city do I find fireflies? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Magic, indeed! What a wonderful image you have created here. It will be summer, soon....yes? Thanks, Bill. Sandra, smiling