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Landscape

The brilliant western sun
in glorious burnt orange fury
is headed out to pasture
Making room for
a seamless starry night
for those bright
incandescent lights
to illuminate
a century of
waiting ruins
Tame at last
the scattered sun rays
make their last stand
The whippoorwill sings
of a vast, aching loneliness
In the glimmering, glowing sunset
skies fade to rust
evening birds take flight
ripened wheat sways
in wild gyration
Somewhere walking
in deep distant dust
footprints left for a moment
The countryside echoes silence
faded flowers dream
the prairie…
a land slung low
the history screams
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  1. waw… this a beautiful poem or better to say one of the finest work describing the sunset and its beauty… liked it so much… 🙂

    • There are certain aspects of that are really pretty, sunset for one and when the stars come out. That particular setting is from my grandparents’ farm where I spent a lot of time alone as a child which you can probably tell, ha ha!

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