Jon's Song Poem by Kathryn Warren

I Lost in the mists of time, he sailed from a sleepy harbour.
one November day. As a child, he never had much to say.
Still, he kept a prayer in his heart, until one day,
the sails were lifted, the anchor was weighed,
And he, slowly, sailed away.



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ve. discovered the earliest time of the day
h. at is most pleasant, in every way.
Mor. . ning's peace and joy always fill me with anticipation.
Like the curtain rising on a play, the dawn is a revelation.
A. nd inspires me to go on, and put the coffee on!