The sun across the lake sinks low.
The birds have sung their even song.
The hills still basking in the glow
of crimson rays which wont last long.
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Abounding with pleasant images, this is a warm hearted poem if ever I read one. Put me right in there by the fireplace, cozy and content. Thanks for this quaint little scene of family life at its best. Lovely read, Ivor. Linda xx
Perhaps because of their familiarity, the images and scenes come alive in mind's eye...nice write...Coach
A wonderful poem Ivor! Right from the heart! Lovely to read thank you! ! ! *10*! ! Best regards Friend Thad
The past is often idealized. But I guess we need that feeling of security when we face the unknown, i.e. present reality.