Starlit Morning Poem by Gill Moore
Starlit Morning
I cannot sleep
it's half past four
as I creep gently out the door
coat on - cup of tea in hand
down the garden
where I stand
and watch the planes
for Heathrow bound
like distant thunder
hear the sound
from Sydney,
Bangkok, Singapore
from Dhakar, Dehli,
Kuala Lumpur
one by one
they pass me by
these giant buses
in the sky
I drink my tea
then turn away
it's time to start
another day
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4/26/2024 4:02:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You are very good at rhyming without ruining the rhythm. I like the idea of thunder from all over the world.