Blanche Dean

(Linton, IN)

When Twilight Falls

When twilight falls upon our town
Then lights go on all around
Children on their skates at play
Hate for children to come their way.
Mothers begin to call them home
Knowing someday they will roam
But for today they are in our hands
We must mold them our little lambs
When they grow up and travel around

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