Day To Day

Now that the sun has lost its heat ,
it turns the sky into a colourful sheet
and casts its last rays on the earth,
Its hues, many a poets give birth.

Workers with weary steps plod home.
The setting sun invites not them to roam.
At home, they take off their heavy gear .
And then put on their homely wear.

In the bath-room, hum  happy singers .
After showers, they sit round the table for dinner.
Night time chat is about daily events .
and relaxation til the night is spent.

To bed !To bed ! Everyone good night !
Heh! switch off that 'letric light .
At cock crows. Wake up! Time for breakfast.
A brand new day ours  to hold at last !

It's an ordinary life of day to day
to work to play and to pray.
So live to love and not to hate
Our Lord waits for us at the pearly gate.

Agatha Lai 16.11.01 ( Revised)

Country-side

In the slant of the sun on the country-side,  Twilight shines bright on the on-coming tide. Along the meadow or on the vast plains Cattle and sheep trail home all over the lanes. Tired farmers return  with hoes on their shoulders, Allured by sunset ,  they  sit and watch  it  from   boulders .      " Night's  approaching ! Night's  approaching ! " Sing some  sea birds before departing .  " We must reach home ere   the dusk is here . For we must be at home and we must be there.  My babies are hungry, I cannot stay. Tarry us not with your evening songs , I pray."     Slowly down  the path some prowlers plod along  While walking they sing a strange , old song. A  slip of pale  moon hangs above  green plains  as the autumn wind's blowing golden grains. On a night like this ,  peace descends  from above , the heaven, and hovers  like a  dove .   By Agatha Lai ©