Early Riser

Crazy thoughts from an old head.

Arose from my bed quite early;

Four o'clock to be precise.

Turned on the sprinklers to 

Water the garden, now there

Are just myself, and computer,

Oh Jolly Hockey Sticks how nice.

No-one to disturb me this lovely

Early morn. Seems to make all

Things worth while in the quiet

Of the dawn, with the ticking of 

The clock to keep me company;

And the song of the Magpies call.

Sun shines though my window,

About three fingers from it's bed.

There is a lot to be said for sizing

Early instead of a pillowed head.

For life is far to precious to languish;

Tomorrow I might wake up dead.

Author's Note

P.s I have read many of your poems and they are far beyond my humble scope.
So what you read is what you get in my works, I will just sit back and hope.

Reviews

[Kestrova]

I really like the formatting and wording in this; it has it's very own unique rhythm and rhyme. I had to read it over a couple times to fully appreciate what you've done. The first two lines of the second stanza are my favorite and I just love the way they go together. I look forward to reading more!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i love the stream of consciousness style...the last line is a zinger...

this is just real life in a snapshot of words.

nicely done.

j.

[Valentine]

Robert, had to laugh at the last line. If you do, let us know how you did it.. Nice write. Valentine