The shadows fall upon the eaves
To mingle in the evening breeze
The dwindling light now flickers slow
Soon tis the hour for light to go.
The sun is fading neath the hill
Before too long the wind is still
I hear a voice reach out to me
It’s searching for some sympathy.
The day’s been long and soon will end
The time has come to be with friends !
Claire V. Bogdanos 