Twas The Eve of Adam

Twas the Eve of Adam

A hoot owl called

Across the semi barren autumn woods

The sky was large

But the lense was small A strange and wonderful star in the Eastern Sky

The religious fanatics did not know why

The child in faith knew the way To a tiny Township village where He had returned to stay Praise be the wonder of it all The splendid wonder of the fall The coming of Christmas

A Deer Run a Fox’s call A renewed Earth was a country Girl to pray

Praise be for We too are forever here to stay

Gregory Lewis Bishop Written in the wee hours morning

Late Autumn

Township of 2020,

of the

Hatley