Fireflies and Ticks In Summertime Georgia

Hayden Robinson

Writing

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2 min read

Artwork of a beautiful flower and a firefly. There is a poem. Text ID: The fireflies are glowing at the parks, As the sun decides to let the heat rest So our sweat may relax as we watch The night comes to say ‘welcome’. I itch even now from being the ticks’ meal, The legs were their favourite part And the peeling skin reminds me Of adventures near Savannah benches. Peach pies and fudgesicles reign supreme And sweetened iced tea with water is Best drank cold; warm coffee is sinful In a 90-degree Fahrenheit heat, Which to you may perhaps be too much, But in the dog park, we play cards And bet on when we'll melt; if you can’t Stand the heat, you’ll never know harmony. The Southern fried chicken and biscuits Will fatten my belly in my delightful gorge; I’ll be damned if I can’t have one more serving of shrimp and grits because they taste like bliss. I’ll risk the ticks to see the fireflies once more. I’ll become a puddle just so I can feel The sun, in its glory, dance around Georgia Where I’ll barbecue up some S’mores.

Hayden Robinson

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