We worked hard through planting season
We worked harder through harvest season
Now we have enough happiness to last next season
We gathered our harvest into a barn
Along came a glow-worm which didn’t give a darn
Sat on the heap and lit the whole barn
Fire leapt up into the night
Eyes tear and tears pour at the sight
As the glow-worm took to flight
Oh well! We’ll keep warm on this night that’s freezing
By the fire from the harvest-barn
And starvation will start by daylight
Tears everyone, please…
Nicely done, Doc. Like the story aspect. I haven’t seen that many destructive glow-worms. I think you could make a decent folk song out of this actually, I always appreciate the narrative element even if barns are burning.
Hehehe!!! It was a tired glow-worm with absolutely benign intents.
You have a pleasant imagination. I shall not say morbid, for how can the burning of a barn evoke appreciation when a barn is something that signifies prosperity and hope. You have a pleasant imagination. I bet it is P.Lewin which appreciates the flinging of the master’s books upstairs that is speaking now.
My imagination aside, Doc, I liked your poem. I mean it about the folk song. Can you sing?
Oooh! The Trent looks serious today.
(Straight-faced, standing upright albeit slightly tremulously, subdued countenance: ) Err, Sir, I fear for my abilities. Please, permit me wait upon my muse. Maybe I shall yet find the right lyrics to pacify your fiery thirst before my poetry barn is set ablaze.
As for singing (vocals), I am not sure my voice can do justice to the lyrics I may come up with.
Somehow you popped up on my WordPress Reader, so I took a wander over.
I like the idea of a firefly not giving a darn; it made me smile. Sounded like a Burl Ives song
Ha! And Nobodysreading me shows up. You should remember those who visit your homes and play there. You are pardoned!
So, you all seem to be in love with my firefly, eh! Pretty much like how some naturally flammable but mild-mannered life situations happen our way. And unintentionally make a wreck in the courses of our own lives. So you guys love this phenomenon? I see.
Mea culpa, Mea maxima culpa. I’m following you aren’t I? I throw myself on the mercy of the courts.
If I’m honest, I also have to say I need to adjust the settings on my browser window. The print was set too small for my ageing eyesight, and I misread the scree name, so doubly culpable.
I abase myself at your feet and crave your indulgence. 🙂
I know people don’t read you, but you should try to read me.
I said you were pardoned already!!! Hehehe!
I know you did. I was just giving in to my natural ability to overdramatise for comic effect
Oh! I see.
Oh! And I didn’t quite get your “I’m following you aren’t I?”
I meant you’re on my follow list, hence my confusion when I misread your screen name. I thought ‘Who the hell…’
Hehehe! I see better now.
Spare. Simple. Painful. Beautiful.
Oh Cindy! You come the closest to what I had in mind. You bullet just grazed my barn roof. Those words about do justice.
Thank you very much.