Wednesday Poetry Break: A Summertime poem

It’s been so hot and dry lately that the early summer show of fireflies has dimmed considerably around these parts. I generally still see a few hardy souls out there in the hot summer night, though.

Fireflies in the Garden

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

— Robert Frost



  1. when i was visiting family in PA last month, i was amazed at how many fireflies there were. we hardly ever see them here in maine.

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