ivor or ivor.e hogg

Rookie (7/4/1934 / Hebburn.Co Durham U.K)

Morning Call For Frien Marvin - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

The morning sun explosively.
Soars aloft from beneath the sea
as though afraid he might be late.
So full of joy he cannot wait
to tell the world its time to rise
and rub the sleep from out their eyes.
Then stretch their stiffened joints and yawn.
The night has flown so greet the morn
Dependent on their attitude
some men express their gratitude.
While others bitterly complain
because it’s time to work again
Which makes no difference to the sun.
He travels on his duty done.


Comments about Morning Call For Frien Marvin by ivor or ivor.e hogg

  • (6/23/2008 10:56:00 PM)

    Ahh the early morning sun - a joy for (almost) everyone! The early morning
    sun to me - is really not (my) cup of tea! !
    Great read Ivor! *10*! !
    Friend Thad
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2008

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