Day's end brings a gentle breeze like the touch of a lover's hand
I stop and listen to the sounds as shadows lengthen on the land.
I hear the laughing children as they wander home from play,
Content with all the magic hours that have filled their day.
Homebound traffic on a nearby road, weary workmen passing by,
A baby's fretful crying, soothed by a mother's lullaby;
An owl calling, the murmur of birds settling in for the night,
Chirping crickets, and a lone whippoorwill's last evening flight;
The melancholy whistle of a passing railroad train
That seems to send a welcome message of impending rain;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem