Country happiness crowds my evening walk,
This solitary dirt road a dusty ribbon amid undulating fields,
The still scented air hanging heavy in haying time.
Slowly the sun sinks.
Finally cool, the land, leaving the sky to its crimson and salmon glory,
Murmurs sleepily to itself;
Sweetly the day fades.
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