Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


Summer Morning


Through the fields the sun rays creep
And the little birds wake from their sleep
And cheerful are the notes they play
To welcome the new born day.

The little daisy from repose
To the golden sun unclose
Face of yellow and petals white
Glittering in the morning light.

Little rabbits have their fun
Prancing in the morning sun
Full of happiness and glee
Enjoying their game of follow me

Amidst the rapids of the stream
The lanky heron stand serene
Waiting for his morning dish
Of little silver minnow fish.

Sweet scent of Nature in the air
Wildflowers blooming everywhere
On a summer morning bright and fair
In a valley free of care.

Submitted: Sunday, February 03, 2008

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