As night falls, the bats do flit
From the old belfry tower
A barn owl silently ghosts
Across the flowery meadow
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Absolutely luscious - places the reader there in the village and right there on the country lane and in the woods where the owls hoot
Brilliant Marilyn! I stuck in your village of Twilight and I hear the bell tolls in the old belfry hall...........you painted the late evening on all of our hearts.
Real atmosphere. If only... life could be this idyll all the time. Great poem, as Sandra says, enchanting. Patrick
Everything that I have ever dreamed about the English countryside, you put into your work, and it is truly beautifully done. I look forward to each and every one.
This poem is pure enchantment. Praise for the lovely word picture you have painted. Kindest regards, Sandra
Marilyn This poem is just so full of life, what a wonderful place to be just to see all this wildlife. I really did enjoy this poem thanks for sharing your love of nature with us all Cheers Sylvie
Very nice and real scene shown in the poem.