The street lights are on now

It’s a cool summer night
The sun’s on it way
to be swallowed by the horizon.
The street lights come on

Time to stop playing
Time to stop playing
You mother is calling
It’s time to go home

But the fort in the
Blackberry bush is a special place
No chores to be done
No angry father to face

The street lights seem smaller
The more the sun sets
Momma stands at the back door
And keeps calling your name

Your old black dog finds you
Brothers search too
You know you’re in trouble
What are you to do?

Time to stop playing.
No time to roam.
Mother is calling
it’s time to go home

The branches of the blackberry bush
have changed into wires and tubes
they offer not shelter
they can not hide you

The streetlights seem dimmer
It’s so dark and so cool
Time to go inside now
It’s time to go home

Capitano Tedeschi

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The street lights are on now, copyright June 25, 2009 by Jamie Jacks