The sun across the lake sinks low. <br />The birds have sung their even song. <br />The hills still basking in the glow <br />of crimson rays which wont last long. <br />The night is falling rapidly <br /> reminding men that day is done. <br />The night winds sing their songs softly, <br />the time for toil is past and gone. <br /> <br />The curtains drawn against the night. <br />The family sits comfortably <br />bathed in the glow of firelight. <br />Mother is knitting busily <br />the children squabble as they play. <br />Father is nodding sleepily <br />so ends another working day. <br /> A scene familiar to me. <br /> <br />From memories of childhood days. <br />Which I suppose we all recall <br />but memory scant attention pays <br /> to truth if anything at all <br /> We can ignore the poverty <br /> the hardships which we underwent. <br />Create a false reality <br /> the truth mislaid without intent. <br /> <br />25-Feb-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abridged-version-for-doc-wilde/
