After Hurd's "Eve of St. John"
The sky is dimming,
the scorching sun
starts to deflate.
On this Eve of St. John,
day has gone leaving night to come.
The girl steps on the porch,
shadows cast on her face,
the candlelight making her luminous
on this Eve of St. John.
She walks into the field outside her house,
the porch light dim,
not doing much behind her.
If I were this girl
I would walk into the field ,
the light quickly dying, my candle flame
licking at my hand in the wind.
My prayers softly echo
through the grass sea, leaving me hopeful,
keeping me still
and dreaming peacefully
on the Eve of St. John.
Kellie Childress
Hidden Valley Middle
7th Grade
