Saturday, 3 July 2010

AT FIRST LIGHT


SUMMER DAWN

My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.

If only,
I didn't have flu

Spike Milligan
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1 comment:

I welcome comments , just not obscenities or malicious attacks on others. The keyword of the Dew of Hermon is harmony, which means not always agreement but always respect and brotherly love.