Homeward bound*

Homeward bound*

At the end of the day
When the dusk settles down
By hoofs of horses and cows
Turning the sky beautiful
Orangy red , when that color gets spread wide across the western horizon, homeward plods how the shepherd, with his weary flock,
Amidst trees and mounds of earth,
All going to sleep, as if,
At the end of the day, when the dusk settles down, homeward bound
Birds do sing their ways, how the scene pastoral , has remained the same, after so many years,
So many centuries how passed
With the same routine being followed, in parts of lands
Where nature appears at its best,
How the scene has remained perpetual,
Carrying the essence of man
In his living harmonious
With his milieu.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached done by Dennis Sheehan, depicting pastoral landscape; courtesy : Keith Linwood Stover)