The morning was cold and damp, as I walked
Through this country lane, in early dawn,
With not a sound except the birds who whistled
and sang in between my yawns,
There were no thoughts occupying my mind
I just strolled enjoying my time,
All around was tinged with a hint of pure white,
As the frost held it all so very tight,
But then I turned a bend leading out of a canopy,
which held my attention well,
And noticed a brightness, yay the sun has risen
I could tell,
So over my shoulder beyond the field of barley,
just over yonder hedgerow,
The orange light has appeared and was
beginning to grow,
So I stood still for quite a while and kept gazing
At the rising sun,
And listened intently to the chorus
which has just begun,
The wonder of it all brought a shiver down my spine,
As the great spirit and mine in these moments
, they did combine.
Anthony Mc Gann. 3/1\2017. 11.40am.
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Early frosty morning;
The morning was cold and damp, as I walked
Through this country lane, in early dawn,
With not a sound except the birds who whistled
and sang in between my yawns,
There were no thoughts occupying my mind
I just strolled enjoying my time,
All around was tinged with a hint of pure white,
As the frost held it all so very tight,
But then I turned a bend leading out of a canopy,
which held my attention well,
And noticed a brightness, yay the sun has risen
I could tell,
So over my shoulder beyond the field of barley,
just over yonder hedgerow,
The orange light has appeared and was
beginning to grow,
So I stood still for quite a while and kept gazing
At the rising sun,
And listened intently to the chorus
which has just begun,
The wonder of it all brought a shiver down my spine,
As the great spirit and mine in these moments
, they did combine.
Anthony Mc Gann. 3/1\2017. 11.40am.