Beneath the Setting Sun
by
Zachoia Cooper
A golden field of golden wheat
Beneath the setting sun
A stream that runs, it’s song is sweet
Beneath the setting sun
The stream, turned golden, skips o’er the rocks
Beneath the setting sun
Honey and gold among the stalks
Beneath the setting sun
Pooh can’t enter to get his head
Beneath the setting sun
Stuck in the honey- He’d be too red
Beneath the setting sun
No leprechaun can cross the stream
Beneath the setting sun
To grab some gold- he’d be too green
Beneath the setting sun
That field is bathed with golden light
Come from the setting sun
The golden light whispers, “Goodnight,
Come from the setting sun.”
(original and unedited)
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1 comment:
Very nicely done! Really like this poem.
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