At Close of Day
To walk on a summer evening
is best at half-past six,
watching the sun set slowly
beyond the hazel sticks.
The scarecrow in the cornfield
is resting for a while;
the lonesome call of a tired bird,
at rest on a far-off stile.
When bats are circling
across the rainbow sky,
when crickets chorus loud
their plaintive lullaby;
a tired sun goes down to rest:
at half-past six you see it best.
© 1963 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh
First published in 'Shades of Spring'
Gazebo Books, 1967
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