Firefly Sparks

Firefly sparks 

As they're
Spat from the anvil
Of the summer sun
Being hammered down,
Down past the horizon of the ground.
 
Long groans
Of little frogs 
Sound off
From pebbly riverbeds
In a croaking chorus 
Of
Moonlit moans.
 
Handed a mason jar
With holes 
Punched
Into the top tin
Told 
To make spark lamps
And set as free
As the cold winds
Whispering in 
Ears 
As we ran through the
Talking trees.
 
I look out now
To the firefly sparks
And remember 
Earth is pounding away at me too.
Shaping me
Forging me
Into something stronger
Than just a boy.
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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