The Rising Of The Lark Poem by David Wood
The Rising Of The Lark
Night cast its cape aside and golden rays
Glanced across the early dawn,
A soft breeze rustled tired leaves
And began to melt the morning dew.
The lake in the wood began to wake from
Its slumber as mallard ducks and coots
Began shaking their cold weary feathers.
Jackdaws and blackbirds looked for worms.
High above a skylark called out in the morning air
Hovering above the wood and started collecting
Insects for its young, their beaks agape
Waiting for their breakfast.
Slowly the wood began to stir. The sound of a
Woodpecker echoed through the trees and a
Cuckoo’s haunting melody drifted high in the breeze.
All the time the skylark sang in the early dawn.
wao what a poem..nature start to move in front of my eyes..well done sir
You put nature in front of the eyes and sounds ringing in the ears. Beautiful poem.
A soft breeze rustled tired leaves And began to melt the morning dew....I profusely admire the illustrious beauty of poetic expression. A wonderful poem dear poet.....5 stars.
A perfect example of cadence, one can see the night's decline and the morning rise... very strong write! ! !
The pictures unfold cinematic and Technicolor Great journey BB: O)
Beautiful, atmospheric poem, painting some lovely scenes. Very good David.
image created is awesome the perfect poem wid a perfect title what needs more from a poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Another great one in the pocket eh!