ALABAMA LIVES

We don’t see fireflies in England
But when I was in the deep South
I saw them, and was entranced
As if they were fairies dancing
Tiny lights in the early evening
Putting on a show, just for me
Yet I know it was for each other
But it was still a wonderful thing
And now it’s merely a memory
Worth more than a nod or smile

A night time ballet
As a view from the back porch
Alabama lives