Nurse Judy - Poem by Leon Roskilly
Near to the time when morning stirs
Under fading stars and a distant moon
Restless leaves greeting the dawn with a whispered rustle
So now comes the lady by a misted lake
Entering like a spirit across the frosted dew.
Joining now the gliding fowl, yet majestic more in the morning light
Under budding boughs and beneath new leaves she sits
Damsel flies dancing by
Yearning for that eventful sound to pierce the morning quiet.
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