Eloquence
A timid moon blushed behind a cloud As somewhere a coyote wailed aloud At the lonely loveliness tonight Framed in its halo of hazy light The plain spread its tablecloth of sand At the feet of mountains old and grand Stars like angels' eyes blinked serenely Viewing creation set supremely. Teasing rocks, playful brooks brushed their banks Sailing o'er their beds without care or thanks, But in thanksgiving the blanket of sod Lifted its red rose and Goldenrod Stamped with the words, "Handiwork of God" -Larry Ray Hafley TRUTH MAGAZINE, XVI: 19, p. 4 |