Abridged Version

Poetry

 

 

 

Abridged Version.

 

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.

The night is falling rapidly

 reminding men that day is done.

The night wings sing their songs softly,

the time for toil is past and gone.

 

The curtains drawn against the night.

The family sits comfortably

bathed in the glow of firelight.

Mother is knitting busily

the children squabble as they play.

Father is nodding sleepily

so ends another working day.

 A scene familiar to me.

 

From memories of childhood days.

Which I suppose we all recall

but memory scant attention pays

 to truth if anything at all

 We can ignore the poverty

 the hardships which we underwent.

Create a false reality

 the truth mislaid without intent.

 

25-Feb-08

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It is a real art to capture in your words life's reality. I was reading Jack Commmon's Kiddars Luck just recently - nothing more grounding. I really appreciate this kind of verse. Best wishes always.