A Setting Sun of Memories
Watching bees fly across the lawn
Donna Layne Roberts
March 1, 1996
Copyright 1996
Christa riding Bimbo down the street,
As Bimbo's hooves, click, click, click
Grandpa pointed that out to me,
Crismson colors splashed across the sky,
Watching, never wondering why,
Celebration we suppose,
God's small gift to the working man,
Northstar blinking, fireflies flitting,
Across the sun-splashed sky,
Watching, watching, the setting sun
Warm glowing memories,
Grandpa and I.
