Sunday Morning Poem by Laura McDougall
Sunday Morning
Laying comfortably in bed,
Looking out the window,
The bright blue sky soothes the mind,
Not a cloud can you find.
A cheery bird sits on a branch,
Thats swaying to and fro,
In her mouth a piece of bread,
Her babies waiting to be fed
A dog barking in the street,
Screams of an unlucky postman,
He drives off in his van of red
As i lay comfortably in bed
Good, though maybe not as good as the other one which was a masterpiece.
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4/19/2024 1:30:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sweet..captures very well a morning in a quaint little town..i wanna live there, sounds peaceful..