Ode to a Firefly
by
Betty Eskdale
(Age: 63)
copyright 10-27-2001
Age Rating: 10 to 127
It was wonderful to spend late summer in Iowa, a harvest moon so huge in the blackest sky! After a day of haying, clean and dressed in jeans and white tshirts we enjoyed the evening air by going for a ride on an Arabian mare....my memories of Iowa will last forever. Pebbles thrown at my bedroom window about 4 in the morning, my cousin Mike's sow had given birth and I got to see the new piglets, by creeping down the unfamiliar stairs in the dark and out to the barnyard before anyone else was up, I could have fallen in love and married a pig farmer. It was so romantic...
We headed down south of Chicago, more cousins. Met a deputy in a tavern (in Canada we didn't have deputies and we didn't get to go into taverns)that our cousins owned at the junction of 71 and 17. He carried a gun, we were duly impressed. We went to the Amanas in Iowa, fabulous fresh food and amazing lifestyle with artisans of highest caliber. We fished in the Wopsy near Troy Mills, Iowa, where my father learned to do the twist. First time we ever had catfish!!!! Nummy!!! Fried at a campfire fresh out of the water.
To remember the fun of collecting the fireflies I wrote this, I was only 15 so don't expect too much....
Oh, little lightning bug
With your shimmering, shining body
You light the sky at night
And make the world look gaudy!
We see you here
We see you there
We see your body everywhere !
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Well, Bunny, we sure have some neat memories to share and isn't that what it is all about? Knowing someone in the world is somewhat like you, shares your joys and sorrows, yesterdays and tomorrows? You were just a little squirt, I love to look at the pictures (we used to live in the world before colour came, that is what I told my kids, that's why our pictures are in black and white!)
Y'know, Betty..I used to wonder why Mom and Dad stopped taking us on car trips to the States. Camping with 6 kids in 2 tents..go figure. I remember the fireflies, and we have them here at the ranch. Oh tiny little firefly..are you real or just a flutterby in my imagination? Take care. We did have a pretty good life growing up, eh? Bunny
Good thought Beverley, maybe I can expand on that. I did really enjoy it because it only happened once so I managed to keep the memories uncluttered.
Yes, fun to see the way we thought when we were young, and doesn't it still stir up the same feelings?!
I enjoyed reading your "trip down memory lane" and believe that the story would make into a very interesting poem....have you thought of doing that?
The firefly poem is sweet and cute. I wrote many poems as a teen too and kept them. Some are now a great laugh while some I've reworked. It's great to look back at your poetry, fun eh.
Thank you so much, Sunny! That means a great deal to me! John, I must be getting very old, can't remember yesterday too well but going back into my teens brings on some great feelings. There was a doo wop show hosted by Frankie Valli the other night on PBS and I am going to watch it over and over. Even though my actual memories from those years are not all that happy, I feel so nostalgic, thanks to shows like Happy Days (not at all like my real life but my kids think they must be) Thanks David, will go and read that now....
This is a good way to remind you of the wonderful time that you had Betty. I wish I had wrote things when I was younger as I think I may of had some cracking stories to tell lol.
Welcome !
