Mary Forrester


Awakening - Poem by Mary Forrester

In the morning I rose
To the sound of the birds
Sat on the branches
Near my window sill
A whistling and singing
The chorus was grand
The colours a mosaic
It's heaven I'm in
The lake just beyond
White swans floating by
Red skies at daw
And the day is alive.


Comments about Awakening by Mary Forrester

  • Gold Star - 5,373 Points Hazel Durham (11/23/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    A beautiful write with the splendour of nature coming alive with your words that flow with such ease! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,683 Points Noreen Carden (10/29/2014 5:39:00 AM)

    You paint a lovely picture with your words. Really lovely poem (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,267 Points The Princess (8/28/2014 9:28:00 PM)

    I love how you appreciate the beauty all around.......Upon Awakening there are lots of beautiful things around us.....Your poem actually made this come alive....and I saw what you saw! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014



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