Morning Sun Poem by Frank Ammerlaan

Morning Sun



When the still-red early morning sun
wakes up and climbs, on and on
to come and see our little world
search for changes not yet unfurled

when littl' morning birds cry
their pretty songs, oh my, oh my
I know a new summer's day has come
the sun's too early, I'm not yet done

This is a little secret to keep
I'm still vast, vast asleep

Saturday, July 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Love it like I love it too, the morning sun that is.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 02 July 2016

The tone of this poem is charming- it would work so well in a volume of poetry to be read to children. I just got through reading Mona Lisa - - you have a range of topics and styles. From what you said about yourself in your bio, you have not been writing long. I hope you continue to write and hone your craft as it appears you have been doing.

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