You'd think it was the country -
Night sky moving west
To make way for dawn -
Stars out clear -
That smell of fresh earth
From new-turned fields
Coming from some where
In the chill night air:-
Far off - a bird call -
As if he couldn't wait
For the morning's early song.
I may be wrong but -
Short of life -
I'd give everything I own
To have that hour
The world I wake to
All future days - all its days long.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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