Saturday, July 27, 2019

An Evening Pastoral Poem -- Weekend Mini-Challenge

Evening Comes; into the 'burbs

Softly. seemingly unneeded
Porch lights turn on as by magic
Heralding evening's gaiety

Briefcases come into the homes
With windows rolled the cars get locked
Remote controls then honk their horns

The dogs go out to do their thing
Water the plants pick some flowers
Back doors are locked mothers have checked

Children play one more game of tag
Always last the fathers check in
Mothers' takeout supers are spread

Hands are washed and dogs are drooling
God is great God is good let us
thank Him for this food. Now Anen
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Kim Russell in the Imaginary Garden at

 - I suggest you visit Kim's post at the link above.   I enjoyed reading her dissertation of the "pastoral poem" before I tried writing here.

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At Saturday, July 27, 2019 7:10:00 AM, Blogger Rommy said...

Brought me back to being a kid again. The only thing missing is firefly chasing.

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 7:45:00 AM, Blogger Vanessa Victoria Kilmer said...

Like days gone by.

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 9:34:00 AM, Blogger Felisol said...

Memories of a sweet and carefree childhood, not much different to mine. What we took for granted, living in that almost Neverland..

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 10:40:00 AM, Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

You make that time of day come alive. I remember it as a lonely time, when I was a young mother, newly divorced, watching all the fathers coming home. There is a dog in my poem, too. Smiles.

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 11:45:00 AM, Blogger Kim M. Russell said...

I could see it all in my head, Jim, the porch lights coming on and the fathers coming home with their briefcases. I remember that time of day, playing one more game before we were called in to our evening meals. Nicely done!

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 3:54:00 PM, Blogger lynn__ said...

Memories of evenings in suburbia now seem like utopia :)

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 4:12:00 PM, Blogger Revived Writer said...

This is a well-written and nostalgic poem and a wonderful tribute to the original.

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 6:26:00 PM, Blogger kaykuala said...

It needs a dedicated head of the household to allow an evening to come to a fine close given all the rush of the preceding hours of the day. Rightly so Dr Jim!


At Saturday, July 27, 2019 7:49:00 PM, Blogger Helen said...

Playing with my friends after dinner brings precious memories. Thanks for the reminder.

At Saturday, July 27, 2019 8:52:00 PM, Blogger Margaret said...

The days had a routine back then... and that last romp before bedtime... sigh.

At Sunday, July 28, 2019 12:17:00 AM, Blogger Old Egg said...

It was always that evening meal that got us home on time! Great poem Jim.

At Sunday, July 28, 2019 9:57:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

Amen, Jim. A fine description of evening.

At Sunday, July 28, 2019 10:52:00 AM, Blogger Linda Lee Lyberg said...

What a lovely and lyrical description of life in the 'burbs!

At Friday, August 02, 2019 3:06:00 PM, Blogger said...

A lovely evening, Jim!


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