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A poem describing a twilight evening by a river, ending on a philosophical note. |
The sun sinks slowly out of sight, Slowly fades the light of day, The sky is bathed in dusky glow, Purple, pink, and shades of gray. I sit upon a stone and watch The serene, soothing twilight scene, And the river flows calm and wide, And so forever it has been. The ripples lap upon the rocks, A frog hops in with lazy splash, A dragon-fly whirrs gauzy wings, In the shallows the fishes flash. The swimming ducks that suddenly dive, Surface after a long-drawn pause, And from the overhanging boughs, The crows send out their raucous caws. The wind sings in the leafy trees, The wind whispers in the reeds, A heron, with uplifted leg, Wades about among the weeds. Overhead, cormorants fly In formation, a fluid V; On grassy bank the cattle graze And on their backs, egrets ride free. A fisherman in a coracle, Spreads his net across the stream, And twilight slips into the night, In the sky stars faintly gleam, And I muse on the many men, That to this place have come and gone, While before me, tranquilly, The broad river flows on and on. |