Biography of Diane Wade
I have only written one poem though I have to acknowledge that I believe it was actually inspired. I used to live by some woods and I would actually sit outside on the porch to smoke. (Ugh, I know) I noticed that when I'd flick the lighter without actually lighting it, the fireflies in the woods would respond by flashing back. They would actually flash the same number of times I would flash my lighter! While I sat there, the words to the poem just came pouring into me and I had to write them down! I love this poem as it reveals the joy I experienced when this occurred. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.
The Fire In The Wood
At night I sit on my back porch
and gaze into the wood,
hoping soon that I will see
what others dream they could.
I flick my light not once but twice
for doing this I know
that soon my eyes, to my delight,
will see that dark wood glow.