The sun has dropped…And left behind a rosy copper glow…A nightbird cried…Among soft, sifting shadows here below…A cool, sweet wind blows damp of dews…across my window sill…A star comes out…I hear the plaintive note of whippoorwill…The summer night enfolds me like a glove…Heaven is mine…I have a home…my daily bread…and love.
Published Hometown Ideals 1968
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As I wrote previously, I appreciate your reading my Dad’s poetry. I plan to post some newones soon.
Carole Hoover Allen
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Thanks for reading my Dad’s poetry. He was widely published for years. I’m new at blogging so please excuse the delay.