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Walking Song

from the Orathian

Quiet the evening, homeward returning,
Long journey ending, mist swirling sort.
Weary feet dragging, pack heavy sagging,
Trill calmly hanging, nightingale aloft.

Lamp coyly winking, smoke sent floating,
Cottage yard nearing, arriving at the croft.
Gate gently swinging, gravel walk crunching,
Bright windows shining, hear the voices waft.

Door opened briskly, voice hap'ly calling,
Knapsack left laying, jacket swiftly doft.
Firelight flick'ring, songs warmly singing,
Old tales remembered, a pint slowly quafft.

Coals linger dying, quiet slow decending,
Ladder finally climbing, sleeping in the loft.
Cot safely bearing, beams strongly holding,
Home walls enfolding, comfort of the toft.

Quiet the evening, homeward returning,
Long journey ending, mist swirling sort.
Weary feet dragging, pack heavy sagging,
Trill calmly hanging, nightingale aloft.