I remember when monarchs, luna moths and dragonflies filled the skies
I remember scooping handfuls of salamanders and crawfish from the creek that’s run dry
I remember rolling in the autumn leaves and climbing to the tops of pine trees,
sleeping with the horses in the hay and never fearing Lyme disease
the cougars, wolves and black bears didn’t need to travel this far south
the sky was clearer when the moon was full and the fireflies were out