Of Morning Call Poem by David Harris
Of Morning Call
We drink the sweet dew of morning call;
feel the warmth of sunlight fall
as heaven’s love shines bright
above each waking head.
Destiny watches closely at
all who takes the morning bread.
Hark; hear the melancholy tones
of the birds revelry call
to wake us once more
from our sleepy head.
8 February 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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