Lawrence Weber is a teacher, poet, and published writer. His research interests include the Civil War era, 19th century religious history, transcendentalism, and the revolutionary/early republic era. He lives in New York. His work has been published in history journals and magazines including Military Heritage. Lawrence is happy to be a part of vox poetica and invites readers to tweet their thoughts/reviews to him @ Lincolnfan831.
Summer’s Nighttime Song
By Lawrence Weber
Are you as lonely as me little cricket,
At one in the morning chirping your song?
The summer is sliding away from us, isn’t it, little one?
And so is life if truth be told.
Where will you go, little cricket, when it is gone?
And where will I go too?
Maybe the answers will come, little one,
If together we bravely face the darkness.
So keep chirping your song to the mysterious night, little cricket,
While I keep our vigil for the breaking of dawn.
The last line did it for me.
Dear Jeanette,
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the comment.
I’m glad I wrote that last line!
Blessings,
LW