Landscape 29 Dawn, To Give Him His Dew Poem by Stewart McKenzie

Landscape 29 Dawn, To Give Him His Dew



Those country dawns of childhood!
The smell of them!
A fresh new morning!
A great chorus of birdsong
To greet the rising sun
Dewdrops glisten on spider webs
And all the smells of the wakening day!

Sunday, November 6, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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