Fireflies In Flight Poem by JOHNNY COBB

A special summer memory
on a moonless July night,
sitting in our rocking chairs
we watch the fireflies in flight.

On Alabama's Appalachians
in the tiny town of Mentone
crickets interrupt the quietness
and this B & B is all our own.

The big old wrap-around screened in porch
is our reward at the end of the day.
We catch sight of these 'flying flashlights'.
Are they finding a mate or luring prey?

Sipping sweet tea and gazing through the screen
I feel like we must be living right.
Sitting here in this fresh mountain breeze
we're enchanted by our fireflies in flight.