One Single Impression: Evening
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At Evening Time
When evening comes I feel
compelled to call the dogs.
Like back at home on the farm
we coerced the chickens into
their coop when evening came.
And do you know that Mother
would would call me
in from play when evening came?
The dogs could get lost in the dark
as dogs just don't see so good at night.
The coyotes would feast--three chickens
a night if we didn't get them in.
Mother worried always when
I was out at night. Even now she does.
The dogs and the chickens and the little folk
what they have in common
is a need they do not know.
A need for safety from the bad of night.
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At Evening Time
When evening comes I feel
compelled to call the dogs.
Like back at home on the farm
we coerced the chickens into
their coop when evening came.
And do you know that Mother
would would call me
in from play when evening came?
The dogs could get lost in the dark
as dogs just don't see so good at night.
The coyotes would feast--three chickens
a night if we didn't get them in.
Mother worried always when
I was out at night. Even now she does.
The dogs and the chickens and the little folk
what they have in common
is a need they do not know.
A need for safety from the bad of night.
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posted by Jim @ 1/28/2011 08:50:00 PM
10 comments
10 Comments:
"A need for safety from the bad of night."
So true Jim...Loved this caution.
Great remembrances and beautiful imagery in your words too.
"The dogs could get lost in the dark
as dogs just don't see so good at night.
The coyotes would feast--three chickens
a night if they didn't get in."
Loved this verse. It shows concern and I'm sure this reflects as a part of your own personality.
Enjoyed your poem throughly, Jim.
Very poetic last line... like an evening, starfilled, shining over the critters.
This is so true Jim...like all other creatures, everyone needs a shepherd to coooo them back home...
I so remember my mother when I was a kid...i would be sulking when she'd call us all home while still enjoying games under a moonlit sky...:)
And the chickens? That had been my assignment, to let the chickens go back to their coop when it is almost dusk...
Very very nostalgic poem Jim!
A lovely poem.. makes one so nostalgic...
Very true words - we protect more at night.
Ohmigosh, how true this is - I loved this little piece with its big message!
Jim, I use Irfanview (a free image editing program) to resize the fractals - it has a 3D button to 'raise' the image. An easy program, it has lots of quick uses.
Hi Jim! This is a lovely story of the countryside. I also liked how you incorporated the hidden danger in darkness and your paternal instinct to call the dogs on home. Nicely written!
Simple and deep. True and touching.
Lindo e real!
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