Nighttime in the country, the shadows dark and deep
Fireflies all a’ glitter, the frogs chirp a roaring peep!
The critters of the night move stealthily from bush to hay
The baby skunks and tiny possums come out to snack and play
The riot of nocturnal flowers, their scent so sweet and full
The first cutting of the hay, the greased implements in the shed of tools
I gaze across the land, breathe in the wonder of the night
Could it be that I am hungry for more than just the sight?
To live a good and just life, a life that gives back to all the rest
Sharing with each other is really the ultimate test
We stare up at the lights, each one alone it seems
What gains a man the whole world if he cannot share his dreams?
Nighttime in the country, the quiet takes my soul
Under a billion stars I once again become whole.
Chuck Connors, May 30, 2009