Serenading the Setting Sun
Gray sky.
It’s been a dreary day
Here by the sea.
As I walk along the marina,
From out over the water
I hear the sound of a violin.
I look out over the water
And see a man, of average build and girth,
Standing on the roof of his boat
As it gently rocks in the water.
He faces the setting sun,
A hazy orange circle in the gray sky.
The violin tucked tightly under his chin
His head bent to the left
He plays beautiful music,
Content,
As he serenades the setting sun.
Roy W. Backes
© 1996
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 