Days-End

October 1, 2009
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Sometimes the sun goes down too soon,
And darkens fields of flowing grain,
But it falls first before the moon.

The men will leave their work tools strewn,
And walk away with some disdain,
The sun is going down too soon.

The wolves come out to howl their tune,
So sorrowful and simply plain,
But that falls, even, before the moon.

The owl glides under the moon,
For many mice it is their bane,
Sometimes the sun goes down too soon.

The moon is full and yet too soon,
The people are awake and say,
The sun comes up after the moon.

But as the day rolls on past noon,
The folks begin to think again,
The sun is going down too soon,
And it falls first before the moon.





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