The Eastern SunA Poem by devonThe eastern sun does set with grace by seas, Does swallow tiding shore by shore in rays, Its golden beauty very much like thee’s, Its rise as poised as your own displays. Over the By those who are looking westward, instead. Yet, morning come, he will create a scene And shades are worn to ignore light he shed. Day after day, he is overlooked, but He is loved by many who choose to look, He is loved by the farmer in a rut, And the boy who draws him in his notebook. And of the eastern sun, you’ll likely find, That I write poetry of him in my mind. © 2013 devonAuthor's Note
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