THE SUN WENT DOWN

It was a solstice in the summer of 1958
that moved into my memory
as this year’s winter solstice came to be.

 

There was a six year old son beside me on my left
and a three year old daughter on my right.

 

We were on a cottage porch at sundown
on a hammock near the shore of Port Clyde, ME.

 

I said to the Little Ones:
“Let’s tell the sun good night
for the sun is slipping down behind that island
and soon will be alseep”.

 

So the three of us began our early evening
saying:
“Good night sun – Good night sun.”

 

The sun went down
and the memory spawned back then
was saved – saved and revived from time to time –
especially as the sun goes down
no matter where the West.

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