Early Morning Friends Poem by Owen Cullimore

Walking through the early morning mist
Barefoot in the grassy dew
A Meadow Lark spins his tune
Strangers about there are a few
I spy a busy Woodpecker
Tapping on a tree
With bright green back and black eye patch
He is a sight to see
Sweet Violets are all around
Their blue hue and strong scent
Giving out such a fragrant smell
A perfume only lent
Just then a Hedgehog scampers by
On his short legs as quickly as he can
His pointed snout and prickly pines
His day is going to plan
As I walk on my merry way
Trying to enjoy the day
A Tiger Moth flies by as if to say
Goodnight and keep away
His brightly patterned wings do flap
He's flying rather manic
I'm going home, it's far too late
He is in such a panic
A Ladybird lands on a leaf
Just as I was passing by
His bright red body and clear black spots
Are easy on the eye
Good morning chirps Robin Redbreast
Sitting on a nearby post hook
With his brightly coloured red vest
Is worth a second look
As I gaze upon my morning world
I thank God that I am Alive
But quickly duck as from the right
Bees zip out from a hive
God has given us all these creatures
To enjoy and marvel at each day
The way they go about their business
As we just walk and pass their way.