Twilight Child
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Perched on the porch steps, as the crimson sun goes down
I am sipping on my cold iced tea, and drinking up the joy
I am smiling as I’m watching him, as the weary day retreats…
While the shadows of the trees and poles are stretching long and narrow
He is running swiftly in the yard, in the warmth of summer breezes
His arms are opened vast and wide, while he races through the trees
I see him weaving figure eights, he is flying like a sparrow
While he studies how his shadow moves, as swiftly as an arrow
He is laughing at his mirrored twin, a silhouetted super hero
Now he’s jumping over power lines, finely etched upon the grass
Reflections from the poles above, in the magic of the dusk
The joy lights up his face with wonder, a new power of discovery!
It seems if he could tightrope walk, those lines into the sky
His shirt billows out, like hero’s cape, his glee is free and wild
Oh, joyful moments watching him! … my precious twilight child !
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Inspired by Rick's Contest "Shadows and Lines"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011
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