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'...and then the lighting of the lamps.' -T.S. Eliot Swallows flit and dart, the glow of evening settles o'er the fields, the day is fading; sunset gilds the sky with glorious luster, vibrant reds and golds, and softer shading. Lamps are lit, the countryside is flickering in candlelight, the cows are coming home; peacefulness descends in waves of twilight, the animals are safe, no need to roam. Horses tethered to their posts are waiting for the exertions of the day ahead; farmers partake, extinguish their candles to darkness, and then take themselves to bed to pray for courage to endure their toil, for days they spend in harness to the soil.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/3/2008 12:10:00 PM
OOPS! Sorry for the typos, I meant DROWZY...and Family! lol
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Date: 12/3/2008 12:09:00 PM
Oh, could this BE any more serene??? I think not. Wow, I feel drozy now. I'm very blessed to live in one of these places...this reminds me a bit of my poem, The Sitting Stool and The Old Barn...same kind of feel, of those hard, yet glorious days of old! When the work was for one's amily, not some nameless automoton! Loved this, truly, I'm a nature-girl :) love, Kristin
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Date: 12/3/2008 6:55:00 AM
You've reallygot a great one here.some very lovely phrases. BG
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Date: 12/3/2008 5:13:00 AM
Wonderfully descriptive, and I just love iambic pentameter! I think the flow of the lines in this form is just beautiful... (I used it in my poem "Tiger" and would like to use it again.) You've written a great poem here! ~Juliane
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