Morning March Twenty-Nine Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-orning March twenty-nine
A-ims to meet the dawn;
R-ed ray early Wednesday
I-s rising above the horizon.
A-fter the twilight ends,
N-ew dawn has broken;
E-vening shadows disappear, under the blue heaven.

M-orning March twenty-nine
O-pens the day with light;
L-et the night moon turn
I-nto a beacon burning bright.
N-o more mist and fog, rugged wind turns fine;
O-ne breeze blows softly, morning March twenty-nine.