Morning Song
In the crisp morning air
honking of geese break the silence
As if it were their duty to call the earth
to awaken ,to rejoice in mornings presence
The sky barely has opened it's curtains just at
the edge of the horizon as it sleepily yawns
Light frost lays cold and clinging
to the sleeping grasses of hopeful spring lawns
Birds begin their morning praises in
sweet melodies their song to heaven raises
The waters struggle to ripple in icy ponds
On a country morning in waning winter
to break it's hold and reach for spring glories
And from the barnyard fence the Rooster crows
By Bonnie Ray © 2004
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