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
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/07/weekend-mini-challenge-let-evening-come.html?m=1
- 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.
Labels: Historical Artists and Poets, Poem, Real Toads, Syllabic Form, Week-Mini-Challenge