“Sunset on the Fairgrounds”

Afar in the distance, the setting sun
Spills on the horizon such vibrant hues
Of purple, shading into deepening blue—
Red—pink—that my heart aches to think of them.
But these few days, this is not visible
From my tent’s window, looking to the west,
With all the tents and vehicles between.
Small price to pay! For music fills the sky
From not long after dawn into the night,
And on these grounds my spirit’s eyes have seen
A greater light reflect from human smiles.

This poem came to me earlier this week, coming back to our campsite the first night at Evart. I thought of this title because of a Scottish country dance occasionally done in the local group I’ve joined called “Sunset at the Barn.”

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