by Annette Bromley

Created on: July 07, 2011

Summer nights beside a lake shared with a friend in the peacefulness that 

spreads itself across the earth at the end of a summer day is a wonderful

way to end a long hot summer day.  The following poem is about such a

place, the place is called Ninevah and it is a small lake between Ludlow and 

Mount Holly Vermont.  It is a marvelous place...

NIGHT ON NINEVAH

The sun settles on the mountains.

The birds fly home to their nest

and critters scurry to their burrows

as the day settles down to rest;

darkness descends upon them

and the land grows dark and still

‘cept for an old owl hooting

and one lonely whippoorwill

calling in the darkness

for the return of its mate,

“Come home, come home for night is nigh

and the hour is growing late.”

Birds soon cease their chirping,

their songs of prayer and praise,

as night falls on the Ninevah

and ends another summer day.

The fireflies begin to sparkle

and their stirs a gentle breeze

that whispers a sweet, restful peace

as it drifts among the leaves

and banishes the humid heat

that hung heavy all day long…

and in the quiet of the evening

the crickets sing their songs.

The stars light up the heavens

as the moon rises above the peaks

of the mountains and smiles on the lake

and a loon laughs with glee;

she swims along the moonlit path

among pearl and silver waves;

night-time on the Ninevah,

the end of summer day.

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