This is a poem written by Emily Stowell at Henderson Settlement on Work Camp 2001.
Dearest Friend that Adorns the Day

I saw the sunset, dearest friend,
T'was beautiful, like your imagined embrace.

T'was silent, creeping like a native's run,
And the cloud, that seemed to follow

T'was the mountains, that made calmed my yearning breath,
And the trees, that seemed to bow

T'was the rolling hills, below the mountains, that bounced,
And the noises of cow and lamb, that seemed to crawl

T'was the fading blue, that sprayed at the end of the mountains,
And the grass, that seemed to bleed its color into the myths of day

I saw the sunset, dearest friend,
T'is what made me think of you,

Tomorrow, I shall watch the sunrise,
And be reminded, ecstatically, of you once again.

© Emily Stowell, 6/24/01

 Note: Emily holds the copyright to this poem - it is not in the public domain.

Last Update: 08 July 02