The Whippoorwill

Poem By Samuel Hardman

The sun yet warmed the western sky,
But night fell fast;
The Whippoorwill began its solemn cry;
And fragrance of flowers, drawn up by the sun,
Fell as a mist over forest and field.

Comments about The Whippoorwill

i loved this..took me back to memories of my grandparents house listening to the whipperwills
You captured a beautiful moment. Great poem.


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