Clarence Prince

Silver Star - 3,492 Points (September 14 / Jamaica W1)

The Sun - Poem by Clarence Prince

This is true of the golden sun
It rises and shines not for fun
it only does what it has to do
It rises to set every day yet
It sets to rise again, you bet
By its warmness things thrived
While from its heat things died
That’s the work of golden sun
Thank God for the golden sun

The sun, it works not for fun
It rises to set, its warmness we get
Before it sets man may even sweat
In setting it knows its place
It has no need to start a race
Just the world to embrace
It makes the case no day to waste
That’s the work of the golden sun
Thank God for the golden sun

It knows how to follow the sky
Shining brightly as it goes by
It brings us days of dryness
It gives us days of mildness
Whatever it brings it’s a treat
It causes what’s wet to dry
While it moves along the sky
It’s the work of the golden sun
Thank God for the golden sun







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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just my thoughts guided by the Lord, please read and be blessed!

Comments about The Sun by Clarence Prince

  • Rookie - 205 Points Gladys B.prince (9/8/2014 1:27:00 PM)

    Truly it's nice poem about the sun
    Yes the sun knows its duty
    and its work is excellent. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,704 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/24/2014 12:19:00 PM)

    A shining poem my friend! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 21, 2014


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