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TWILIGHT CONCERT

The sun goes down, a

gentle breeze Disturbs the

twilight’s hush.

The curtain’s up for

evening song

Of blackbird, robin

and thrush.

Their ceiling is the

heaven above

Their stage the

woodland trees, Nobody is

conducting them Or charging

entrance fees.

The song thrush sings

its melody

While other birds

just tweet.

They are a

heavenly orchestra And every sound is sweet. Those liquid notes and

golden chords

Make music that’s sublime Can words describe

the majesty

Of birds at evening time? If I could make a

last request

When I lay down to die, I’d pray to God a

songbird sings

My final lullaby.

Jonathan Bryant, Worthing, W. Sussex.

Limerick

The scene with the bear

now reveals

What the Queen’s famous

handbag conceals — Two big sarnies made With thick marmalade, When she fancies a snack between meals.

I. G. Fenner, New Milton, Hants.