Rise Up Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Rise up a new dawn
That sleeps under night's gown
Before day comes bright and clear
And brushes away darkness fear
That breeze to the soul will steer
Like trees with boughs drawn
Making shades to the lawn

From the deep I was born
Through life battered and torn
Where days are full of contrast
Both n future and in past
There are stages that need cast
And both ways slow and fast
Every step will be worn
Through time's weaving corn



*From Sheetmusic Publishing: Rise Up