As the Sun goes down
casting a celestial hue
As it engulfs the world
city and town
The shepherd oft seen by the hillock
Carrying a flute
that plays tunes so sweet
gathering together his scattered flock
Trotting into the barn closed by a fence
with the flute hanging by his side
He thinks of his sweetheart
and of times last summer
who he hasn't seen hence
He sits by the window
looking at the dark valley down
flute playing tunes so magical
that can put smile on faces that frown
Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
Neither the shepard nor the flock
live anymore, but there is no frown
coz the tune still echoes in the valley
When the Sun goes down..
Sweetly sad. Nicely done. *
This reminds me of both a pastoral and carpe diem poem. It resonates with the tune.
I like the way it circles back. Very visual.