Summer Dawn Poem by Spike Milligan
Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
I only,
I didn't have flu.
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10/2/2023 12:09:14 PM # 1.0.0.1115
Wow what a good piece of poetry