His ballad sets the evening sun
Bidding all farewell, the day is done
While twilight ushers in the dew
Welcomed chirps that bid adieu
Vastness of dark, and night soon came
Through wind and thunder, he still sang
My quickened heart, forever still
Little friend outside, my window sill
Hark! O' er the valley, and the dell
His ballad echoes, all is well
One last refrain, sets vening sun
Bidding all farewell, the day is done
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Your poem,"Little Cricket,"reminds me of the sounds of my youth when I marveled at the crickets' sound and wonder where they slept.
Thank you for bringing back a fond memory of my past,and welcome to the Author's Den
Bets wishes
Barbara Henry