sister remby was kind enuf 2 ask me about my poetry recently. this is for you sister remby.
who comes barefoot 2 greet the sun
when morning breaks with the sky's first hue
while daybreak creatures thru the forest run
and weeping willows bath n the dew
who sleeps instead when the dawn 1st speaks
n tongues of nature like the wren's 1st twill,
or an unseen hand thrusts mountainous peaks
missing scenes which charge the poets' quill
but who has leisure to frolic out of doors
to watch sunrise, amidst the daily grind
or tickle turtles dancing on nearby shores
neglecting work that's left behind
there's purpose to fulfill, work to be done
before the joy of strolling in the sun
who comes barefoot 2 greet the sun
when morning breaks with the sky's first hue
while daybreak creatures thru the forest run
and weeping willows bath n the dew
who sleeps instead when the dawn 1st speaks
n tongues of nature like the wren's 1st twill,
or an unseen hand thrusts mountainous peaks
missing scenes which charge the poets' quill
but who has leisure to frolic out of doors
to watch sunrise, amidst the daily grind
or tickle turtles dancing on nearby shores
neglecting work that's left behind
there's purpose to fulfill, work to be done
before the joy of strolling in the sun