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
“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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