Morning Glory
By User Submitted published 4 February, 2012 No CommentsMorning glory By Linda French.
At six o’clock the birds are chirping
Their chorus to the world
And all around the morning’s beauty
Slowly is unfurled.
The freshness of the dew on grass
The air as soft as silk
And on his rounds a whistling milkman
Delivers all his milk.
No one about. The avenue still
Till alarm clocks start to purr
“Wake up, Wake up, You sleepy heads”
Then folk begin to stir.
Children have to go to school
On marmalade on toast
Mams and Dads go off to work.
“Is there any post?”
Shops around begin to open,
Paper lad delivers papers
Traffic rush-hour on its way
This is all the mornings capers.
Every morning brings with it
A most refreshing story
There’s nothing dull in a life that’s full
Of that magical morning glory.
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