Firefly In Our Nest



Rain is coming
The Eaves are bent
Chicks are hungry
For the tasks we lent

Rain is coming
That the horizon sent
Crows are squawking
-Firefly in our nest

Storm of air and sea
Not spent
Earth is dry and hungry
From the Swallows
We held back
Gathered acorns stolen
From our net
Another hundred years
Is time
We hope to dry the stones
That wept

Tell the children
To forget
Of our ignorance
And what it meant
We let the water into stream
Too far along the inlet

-Father's angry
-Mother's weary

We played in Springtime
-Rusted Plow
We lazed in Summer
-Slaughtered Cow
Forgot our chores
And worldly dangers
-Winter Frost
Amongst the Most

-Firefly in our Nest