THE SETTING OF THE SUN

Down the lane live many lives
That only in my mind I know
Though names are so familiar
Many years have passed since I was in this place
And I know not what you do
Or what you ever did
But here I sit on hallowed ground
Brimming full of stories
My reverie is broken
By the sound of horses going home
Clip clop clip clop
A wave a smile
I know you but I do not know you
Horses are always the same
And one day soon
They will bear me home
At the setting of the sun
The setting of the sun