by Laura Hartnett
It is evening a quiet time in the day
The sky is a dusty pink and its misting over the bay
The hills form the perfect backdrop against the sea
It is so beautiful there is no other place i would
rather be.
I lean on the fence and watch the lambs at play
And the farmer in the field baling his hay
Cows flick their tails and chomp the green grass
While the elderly on the porch reminisce on times gone
passed.
A field mouse scurries to his hole in the
ground
Darkness descends and there isnt a sound
On the sea the moon reflects its tremendous light
As this beautiful evening falls gradually into night.