Night

I hear the chatter,
Of the night.
For day has crept,
Far out of sight.

The rush of wheels,
Is around me stirred.
And children's voices,
Near by are heard.

The yelp of dog,
Sounds out so loud.
And laughter comes,
From a mingling crowd.

Faucets are running,
And spraying high.
And the nesting bird,
Has ceased to fly.

The night is dark,
All light must keep.
Man in his tiredness,
Must find his sleep.

E.P. 1908 - 1989

My son, Joe in the Lehman Caves in northern Nevada, USA