When sunlight wanes upon the land
and shadows stray too long,
and homing birds in flight depart,
they sing a sunset song.
The bustles of the day then cease
and folks do then go home.
Outside a nightingale keeps watch,
the moon above the dome.
~*~
A contest entry
- Contest 6 by Griswold.
900 points, ended October 26, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thanks Sarah. Actually I was very reluctant to show this piece.But now I know its worth it.
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wow this is awesome! Very impressive write. you are a good poet. this piece was short simple and ever so sweet!!! I enjoyed it's beauty!
Sincerely,
Sarah -
Nicely written and a wonderful use of imagery and rhyme throughout. Nothing quite like twilight to give the heart and mind some needed serenity after the mess of the day.
Thank you for entering and best of luck to you in the contest... Scott


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Thanks a lot for the comments and the applauds.
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