A poem, I's think afore I's go.

WATCHING. by Stewart Mackinder (c)

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Watch the sky for you may see,

The sun setting behind the oak tree,

Glowing red and orange hue,

The fading light flickering through.

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Shadows casting across the fields of wheat,

Now the shadows start to creep,

until light and dark finaly meet,

Reaching up the hill so steep.

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Watch the sky for you will see,

Full moon shining full of glee,

While one star begins to shoot,

The wise old Owl sits and gives a hoot.