Fireflies in the Garden by: Robert Frost

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,

And here on earth come emulating flies,

That though they never equal stars in size,

(And they were never really stars at heart)

Achieve at times a very star-like start.

Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

When I was a child I loved chasing fireflies at Grandpa’s. We’d catch them in the many glass jars that he always had about, always afraid of a depression again I suppose. I’d find them near Grandma’s lilac bush.My Dad has one growing from her’s in his yard. I want one someday in my yard. I’d capture the little glowing wonders only to let them go in the house. I always wondered if they made Grandma giggle and Grandpa grumble. When they turned out the light for the night.