We Chased the setting sun

We chased the setting sun  
a day of friends and children  
fading in the east  
a cosy meal,crammed  
in groups of six  
a tiny pub and laughter  
ringing in our ears  
a medley now feeding memory,  
olives bread and oil to dip  
a communion to celebrate  
baptism and renewed faith.  
A sunny day a happy day  
acquaintances refreshed  
past regrets forgot within  
the stone of centuaries.  
Oak to seal the roof  
chestnut benches and silent organ.  
Clear water to refresh.  
We chased the setting sun  
day of friends more lasting  
than the sun more worth than  
the gold of  golden eve.  
 
Here I write in the morning light  
another child in october  
perhaps again to meet in the  
self same church within the  
stone of centuaries, native chestnut  
silent organ to speak again
the again of psst years
tomorrows of the future  
Aconites beside the path  
daffodils in hedge row lanes  
sparrow-hawks survey the pastures  
as the sun sinks low another day.  
a day of friends and children  
others to follow,dawns to rise  
evenings set as we chase  
again a race we cannot win  
each day we try,happy losers  
chasing the setting sun.