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EVENING STROLL ©

To Joyce

Tom Barker
Joondalup, Australia

I took a stroll last evening,
along a country lane.
But you were not beside me,
so nothing was the same.

The sun was slowly sinking,
the western sky was red.
A gentle breeze stirred the leaves,
the birds had gone to bed.

A pheasant called up in a tree,
a barn owl floated by.
A rabbit crouched low in the corn,
keeping a watchful eye.

Somewhere I heard a blackbird call;
he's always last to bed.
He likes to thank the Lord,
for the joyful day he's had.

The roses smelled so very sweet,
the honeysuckle too.
Oh, what a beautiful night it was,
if only I'd been there with you.


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