look to the west
for the sun is setting
oh, how often the people of the city forget that we have a sun
for the horizon is hidden, behind the bulidings of brick and of stone
look to the west, my dear friends
for our Father has chosen to piant the sky tonight
with deep pinks
and a touch of gold
not just tonight, no,
every night,
a new painting
of dancing changing colours
playing in the clouds
loook to the west
dreamer and poet,
lawyer and doctor,
brick layer and farmer
look to the west
for it is calling us home.
how full of insite and you are so right people do forget we have a sun. Let them fall down with being sick and the docter says you are dieing and that when they remember to look at the sunset. As a child I was named Starwest by my apache father and U carry my name so proud for the sun sets in the west and I was born in west Dallas every place I have ever lived was west. My father was so wise when he gave me my name. This is a wonderful poem. love **STARWEST
Excellent poem
hey!
Your poem is really great!
You are going to be really good at wrighting poems when ypu get older!
Just keep up the good work!
I just started wrighting poems im not that good but i think ill get better at them!Well keep up the good work!
I'm counting on you!
Well i g2g ill talk to you some other time ok bye bye.