Bring the Sun Down
Bring the sun down
past the fir tree sentinels,
tramp it down
beneath the fresh laid sod.
Sit here on the stoop
and whisper with me
until fifty stars are counted
and I will light the oil lamp.
The day has released its weight
into a glittering mobile.
Hear my lullaby
and leave the world to slumber.
past the fir tree sentinels,
tramp it down
beneath the fresh laid sod.
Sit here on the stoop
and whisper with me
until fifty stars are counted
and I will light the oil lamp.
The day has released its weight
into a glittering mobile.
Hear my lullaby
and leave the world to slumber.
posted by Micky at 4:38 PM
2 Comments:
Well jeez, Micky. For not having posted anything for months, this is a pretty nice return to the blogosphere.
Thank you, Peter. I've been visiting others' sites, including your own FFTMC and thought I would post something old in hopes of getting inspired to write something new. This was originally posted at a workshop in '04, when our garden was just emerging.
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