An Unopened Book
Summer Crickets Chirping
Hear the crickets churping,
the warm summer breeze.
A plastic cup full of koolaid.
Settling in for a night of ease.
I hear my son playing,
pretending he's a car.
Stopping for only a second,
to point out a falling star.
The old moon, his face is showing,
giving its brightest light.
The pond reflects its glowing.
my son tired eyed comes up to me.
Dad my eyes are getting sleepy.
He falls and curls up at my feet.
I finish my Koolaid, it's time for bed.
Softly I kneel by his bedside.
A prayer is gently said.
Good-night my angel boy.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
the warm summer breeze.
A plastic cup full of koolaid.
Settling in for a night of ease.
I hear my son playing,
pretending he's a car.
Stopping for only a second,
to point out a falling star.
The old moon, his face is showing,
giving its brightest light.
The pond reflects its glowing.
my son tired eyed comes up to me.
Dad my eyes are getting sleepy.
He falls and curls up at my feet.
I finish my Koolaid, it's time for bed.
Softly I kneel by his bedside.
A prayer is gently said.
Good-night my angel boy.
D. Cody Herring
Copyright ©2003 D. Cody Herring
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Summer Crickets Chirping
Summer Crickets Chirping