A DAY DREAM START OF THE DAY
As I lay upon my bed of fern branches ,The aroma filling my senses ,
The due of the breaking dawn moisture ,
Upon my face lays,
Skins on my flesh covers me ,
The song of birds greeting the sun
As it riser's ,
lighting up the world ,
I shiver with the coolness of the early morn ,
A yawn escapes me , I stand and stretch ,
I gather wood to build a breakfast fire ,
The day awaits me
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2010-08-21 at 10:42
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