Along with stories, I have for most of my life, enjoyed writing poetry. Some ok, some bad, some terrible, and once in a long while, a winner. You be the judge, and please leave constructive feed back.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Carolina Spring

Lightning bugs and whip-o-rills
June Bugs on a string.
Bullfrogs in an old farm pond,
Carolina spring

Stars across a velvet sky
The milky way delights
I see the dipper overhead
And Polaris shining bright

Deep shadows, black beneath the trees
A place for hide and seek
A field of waist high meadow grass
Where any child can sneak

Mountain shadows to the west
Create a ragged sky
And in the darkness, suddenly
A bat goes flapping by

A hoot owl down a lonely path
In a deep and shaded vale
Calls his hollow cry somewhere
To claim the wooded dale

And I stare off into the night
And breathe the night air in
Just a short few minutes there,
But I was young again


© James L Frady  6/1/2017