As the sun slips down behind the hills to the west,
geese fly low over the water
honking as they slip home to their nests.
The water laps quietly against the rocks of the shoreline
gently bobbing the boats in their berths.
Ducks and geese get a bedtime snack
from a family's offerings of bread crumbs and bits.
Lady ducks glide over water that shines like a rippled mirror.
The oak-dappled hills are ready to stand guard over our sleepy town
and the wetlands that are ready for the restfulness of night.
Goodbye sun. We will see you tomorrow.
Great writing here! I love your poem. and the photos are the perfect touch.
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You have brought us to the edge of the water, and shown us the sun setting, casting that late evening golden glow.
ReplyDeleteCindy, I loved this.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams
I'm so glad I found my blog links again. I've missed you!
ReplyDeleteLOVE it! I remember being there and it's such a delightful place. You need to make more photo books :) You're storytelling ability is fantastic!
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