Daybreak Poem by James Walter Orr

I walked o'er the dunes to the level sand,
That ran where the water lapped the shore;
Where the wavelets ran up and cried for more
And gurgled out softly, a foaming band
Of sinking saltwater and seaweed spore.
The sun burned the sky with a band of gold
That caught the clouds up in a gilded fold
That brought in the morn through its eastern door.

It warmed up the miniature wavelets cold,
While the day swept in and dispersed the night,
And the seagulls wheeled and displayed delight;
The sun soon subdued all the colors bold.
The day had dawned: the reluctant sky
Let the colors fade, with the morning's sigh.