Sculptures

This is where they came from...

Here's the poem I was talking about. It's old. And simple. One I fondly recall. Plan to write something this week as well. Lets see.


Ode to Dawn


The quaint and hilly clouds,
Sweep past the misty dawn...
As the melody of birds- softly loud,
With the daylight fade and drown.

I watch in quiet amazement,
The brewing of a new day...
The gurgle of the dancing river
And the rhythmic rustling of leaves n' hay.

Then the light from sun and sky
Pour softly on my searching eye
As I begin to pray out loud...
Unheard by all, but sky and cloud.

The day's begun symphony over,
Many more on show during my stay,
Esctatic I return, knowing well (that)
For God's greatest gifts, we need not pay.