Morning Poem by Greg Boatman
Morning
A misty morning covering
A silent shroud of dew
The birds above, all hovering
Are discovering the morning new
No cannonball fire
No rumble in the hills
Naught of the World entire
Could break this morning's still
A slither in the grass
A rustle of the leaves
This morning, to come, and have passed
Shall be so calm as the breeze
Beautiful images you made- A misty morning covering A silent shroud of dew The birds above, all hovering Are discovering the morning new thank you
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4/16/2024 8:48:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Well written. Thanks for sharing.