Friday, October 7, 2011

Good Morning

The sun finally breaks over the tree's
and shines her light down on me.
The insects come out to play
In the new warmth of the day
The flowers are all straight and tall
As if they were soldiers at roll call
There is a feeling of brand new
There is an aweness in a sky so blue
I see a rabbit making haste
from my vegetable garden space
There is nothing like the day at dawn
looking over a green manicured lawn
I know this morning will not last
It soon  will be the past
But when tomorrow comes to be
There will be a brand new morning
Just for me

Tommy Meade

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