The golden sun was sinking in the West,
And as it did so its brilliant colours glared in the eyes of a little child.
She had had an exciting day playing in the sand
While the waves of the sea lapped in and around her little bare feet.
Sunset having now fallen told her it was time to return
To her little home at the edge of the moor.
Gradually the sun disappeared having a crimson sky
With a dark blue background.
Somewhere behind those clouds sat the King of Kings guarding His little lamb who
Someday He would take home to be with Him forever.
Sept. 1941. Betty Holton, aged 11 1/4 years.
