So glad you had a great trip. It's always nice to travel, but equally nice to return home. :)
Loved the poem, for some reason, for me it evoked childhood memories of all the neighborhood kids gathering after dark to play Ghost in the Graveyard (Do kids even do things like that anymore?), telling ghost stories in the dark with flashlights, and other games involving scaring ourselves witless. Of nights, racing around catching fireflies in a jar, or lying on our backs in the yard staring up at the stars. Or when I was older, a teenager, coming home from a date and sitting in the car in the driveway in the dark kissing, neither one of us wanting the night to end. Then his unending embarrassment at HIS mother (he lived just kitty-corner from our house) flashing the porch light on and off to get his attention to "get your butt home, boy!" Oh yes indeed, good times those were. :D
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Loved the poem, for some reason, for me it evoked childhood memories of all the neighborhood kids gathering after dark to play Ghost in the Graveyard (Do kids even do things like that anymore?), telling ghost stories in the dark with flashlights, and other games involving scaring ourselves witless. Of nights, racing around catching fireflies in a jar, or lying on our backs in the yard staring up at the stars. Or when I was older, a teenager, coming home from a date and sitting in the car in the driveway in the dark kissing, neither one of us wanting the night to end. Then his unending embarrassment at HIS mother (he lived just kitty-corner from our house) flashing the porch light on and off to get his attention to "get your butt home, boy!"
Oh yes indeed, good times those were.
:D