Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIELD WIRELESS, by BENJAMIN ALBERT BOTKIN First Line: Firefly and cricket Last Line: When people grow sleepy. Subject(s): Insects; Bugs | ||||||||
Firefly and cricket Have set up their wireless In the fields, and tireless They flash and click-click it. What are they saying? The long day is over; The dew's on the clover: It's time to stop playing. There's more. They are spelling Which way the wind's blowing, How fast things are growing, How good they are smelling. Oh! I wish I could utter Half that they're sending And receiving, blending Their spark and their sputter. Sometimes you feel creepy To think they are talking With things that go walking When people grow sleepy. | Other Poems of Interest...INSECT LIFE OF FLORIDA by LYNDA HULL THE EXHAUSTED BUG; FOR MY FATHER by ROBERT BLY PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BEETLE LIGHT; FOR DANIEL HILLEN by MADELINE DEFREES CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH FRAGMENTS WRITTEN WHILE TRAVELING...A MIDWESTERN HEAT WAVE by JAMES GALVIN |
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