COUNTRY SIDE POEM
In the slant of the sun on the country-side,
Twilight shines bright on the on-coming tide.
Along the meadow or on the vast plain
Cattle and sheep trail home all over the lane;
And the farmers returning home with hoes on their shoulders,
If they are tired they'll sit down to rest on some boulders .
" Night is approaching ! Night is approaching ! "
Sings a sea bird before departing .
" We must reach home ere before the dusk is here .
For we must be at home and we must be there ."
My babies are hungry, I cannot stay.
Tarry us not with your evening songs , I pray."