Evening Poem by Joseph Enright

Evening

Rating: 2.5


At evening time
An owl is calling
Oer the land
night is falling
Air scented wit new mown hay
Roosting birds waiting for bright new day.

In the dark night
No stars are shining
Oer the slumbering land
A gentle breeze, softly sighing.

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