Torch Above The Line Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

M-onday sixteenth January
A-ims to warm your heart;
R-ise of the morning sun
I-s beginning to start.
A-s you wake from slumber, open both your eyes;
N-ew dawn has broken, while you gaze at the skies.

D-arkness is just over,
E-vening chill disappears;
L-ight above the horizon brings fun and cheers.

C-oal clouds neath the lane
A-re changing into white;
S-unday shadows are gone,
T-wilight fades into the night.
I-t's a beautiful birthday,
L-et the beacon still shine;
L-et the flame fuel the fire
O-f the torch above the line.