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I once used to chase fireflies about
When I was little and liked to go
out
Barefoot, running free, breathing
country air
Sisters and friends playing, good
times to share
Laughing and having fun, without a
doubt
Riding my bicycle up the long drive
Tending the gardens and watching
them thrive
Playing ball, badminton, and hide
and seek
And building a rock dam in Shannon Creek
Always running outdoors, feeling alive
And now the pines are as big as the
oak
The weeds the driveway has begun to
choke
The little red house is no longer
there
The land’s now home to deer, rabbits
and bear
Many feelings these images evoke
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