Dorothy Fern Fowler
In The Morning
Rising this morning, feeling so sad,
Glanced out my window, and the scene make me glad.
For the sun was rising in the east,
Behold the sight my eyes to feast.
The snow capped mountains great and tall,
Looking like a gigantic wall.
Now too on a rosy glow
As the sun cast shadows to and fro ...
A sky that was a brilliant blue