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A Morning Poem September 17, 2008

Posted by gregquill in Uncategorized.
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I woke early this morning,
The earth lay cool and still,
When suddenly a tiny bird
Perched upon my window sill.

He sang a song so lovely,
So carefree and so gay,
That slowly all my troubles
Began to slip away.

He sang of far off places,
Of laughter and of fun,
It seemed his very trilling
Brought up the morning sun.

I stirred beneath the covers,
Gathered up some of my things,
Then quickly shut the window,
And pinched his little wings.

I’m not a morning person.

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1. Brenda Love - September 22, 2008

LOL! I probably would have just yelled at him.


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