Sunset on the Bayou

Sunset on the Bayou

By Robin Lee Shelby

When days work is done

And to home we return

We sit awhile on the wharf

By the bayou

A pole in one hand

A beer in the other

To relax by the side

Of the bayou

A sudden breeze

Stirs the water

That laps the bank

Of the bayou

As twilight comes

The crickets chirp

And bullfrogs croak

Near the bayou

On the western horizon

The golden orb of the sun

Seems to touch the edge

Of the bayou

All too soon it disappears

Leaving a soft glow

As the sun sets

On the bayou.