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EARLY MORN
by Paul Curtis Stepping into the garden, The wet grass beneath my feet Everywhere fresh with morning dew The air honeysuckle sweet The dew drops glistening, The sunlight weakly warming It's so good to be alive At the dawn of another morning I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |