Sunset in the Bush
Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2016 7:37 pm
Sunset in the Bush
The sun slips slowly down behind the spur.
The gum trees stand against a red expanse.
One by one, the stars begin to stir,
And brightly dance.
The birds fall silent with the last bright rays.
The rustling leaves around us drift to rest.
We hear the river water’s bubbling ways,
And feel quite blessed.
Pots and pans begin to bump and clink.
The billy’s placed on blazing lumps of wood.
Soon we’ll settle down to eat and drink,
For life is good.
At last the field of stars will reign supreme.
The sun will take its busy work elsewhere
And, by the dying coals, as in a dream,
We’ll sit and stare.
© Stephen Whiteside 20.05.2016
The sun slips slowly down behind the spur.
The gum trees stand against a red expanse.
One by one, the stars begin to stir,
And brightly dance.
The birds fall silent with the last bright rays.
The rustling leaves around us drift to rest.
We hear the river water’s bubbling ways,
And feel quite blessed.
Pots and pans begin to bump and clink.
The billy’s placed on blazing lumps of wood.
Soon we’ll settle down to eat and drink,
For life is good.
At last the field of stars will reign supreme.
The sun will take its busy work elsewhere
And, by the dying coals, as in a dream,
We’ll sit and stare.
© Stephen Whiteside 20.05.2016