It is the golden time of day
When the sun in the west
Casts a warm glow over the world
All is still, at its best.
From the top of a gentle rise
I meander and see
The quiet lake, the old farm house
Still standing, happily.
At the lakeshore startled frogs jump
Splashing to wet safety,
Dragonflies dart on patrol,
Cattails cluster sociably.
The golden time of every day
Is the time I like best-
The busy work day is over
Everything comes to rest.