Fire Flies Twilight falls, the whippoorwill calls, <br /> From the woodland comes a cooling breeze, <br /> One that whispers through the tossing trees. <br /> The fireflies light up the approaching dark, <br /> As here and there , they scatter a spark. <br /> Such an enchanting creature, <br /> The glow of their lantern, their best feature. <br /> Its fourth of July every night, <br /> As they lazily dance and continue their flight. <br /> Night time falls, and morning calls.<br /><br />Barbara Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/click-here-to-listen-to-fire-flies/
