Late Evening In The Village Poem by Marilyn Shepperson
Late Evening In The Village
As night falls, the bats do flit
From the old belfry tower
A barn owl silently ghosts
Across the flowery meadow
A tawny owl in the tall elm
Hoots and is answered by its' mate
Who sits on the graveyard wall
A fox trots by in the lane
Down to the farmers fields
A badger family plays in the coppice
As mice come out to feed
On seeds fallen from sacks of grain
Stacked in the wooden barn
The farmyard tabby is on the prowl
While in the brightly lit tavern
Pints of ale are being drawn
Pleasant talk and friendly laughter
Drifts out through the open windows.
This poem is pure enchantment. Praise for the lovely word picture you have painted. Kindest regards, Sandra
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.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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