The end of my day
As those violent winds begin to blow
The clouds look black, the grass is low
As the rains fall down, the lambs they sleep
From the cobwebs there, the spiders peep
The blazing sun as retired to bed
While the moon and her crown hides her head
Suddenly i no longer resist a sigh
As the beautiful rainbow catches my eye
The glass is damp, the night air smells
And closed is the day to those pimpernels.
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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