LATE JULY EVENING
A late July evening, I go outside to walk,
Find little creatures all over the drive…
The older ones know to scamper away
While the younger somehow manage to stay alive.
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Toads in miniature sit immobile on concrete
As their elders treat me as a giant foul…
Green katydids at odd angles stay reposed
As cicada of this cycle start to howl.
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My mother never did like cicada inside,
Or katydids—my wife is the same way—
About some distant myth that the beasties bit,
But you’d not like it either being put away.
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Late July evenings, like August out here,
Once would lead to visits two-weeks-straight…
Those times are over but this time of year
Reminds me of family times great.
—Jonathan Caswell
excellent work
By: Ron DuBour on July 27, 2012
at 10:17 am
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SAW A TOAD LAST NIGHT IN OUR COMPANY’S COURTYARD!
By: Jonathan Caswell on July 4, 2014
at 11:08 pm