Sunset At Elm Springs
The gentle contours of the hills surround me where I lie,
The stillness only broken by the endless sweep and sigh
Of grasses waving in the breeze beneath the vaulted sky.
The little spring-fed creek below flows slowly on its way,
The lone tree on the hilltop catches the last light of day,
And all the shadows lengthen in the suns departing ray.
I watch the homeward flight of birds returning to their nest,