Country Dawn

 

The window that is open,

Beside my favorite chair,

Invites the breeze to come inside,

Breath of fresh country air.

 

It brings the happy singing,

Of birds unseen in trees,

The fragrance of new flowers,

The humming of some bees.

 

The warmth of spring, her freshness,

With scents of brand new day,

A lush mowed lawn, still wet with dew,

Sweet smell of fresh mown hay.

 

I love this very special time,

Feel sadness when it's gone,

When window must be closed again,

On one more country dawn.
 

 ©  2004   Loree (Mason) O’Neil

 

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