When the Sun goes down

He watches that she leaves for her late husband's smallholding
And she counts the fowl comes back home before the evening
Star peeps in the sky.
He volunteered to do the job and she's happy.
He watches the farm overnight with her foxhound.
One day the kind lady proposed him;
'You are too young to stay alone there
Better stay in my attic and help me to do my day's strenuous work.'
The orphan youth agreed wth a smile like a page boy.

*To John Fowles for his great novel 'The French Lieutenant's Woman.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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