Morning Call
Through morning rain
And misty plains
The dawn shakes off night's coat
Yawning bright
The dappled light
For the birdsong's perfect note.
Through morning rain
And misty plains
The dawn shakes off night's coat
Yawning bright
The dappled light
For the birdsong's perfect note.
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leon stolgard
Sat 29th Jun 2024 19:45
Just what would we do without birds and wildlife in general eh Stephen? doesn't bear thinking about! Great poem-thanks!