One Morning.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldI am playing with imagery today, looking out my window and spotting the hidden beauty.The slightest breeze makes waves of green tender branches, A backdrop of grey, blue and white dazzles my human eye, Our Mother lays beauty at our doorstep each morning, With a full and magical sense of a playful sky. The smell of dewed grass hits the nose with joy, Many lives are grown and sustained within her earth, Tread softly upon her yielding surface always, Remember that the ground gives glorious birth. Though seasons may change the palate before me, I dance and sing for the excitement of it all, Tomorrow bring a new hope of serenity, How I yearn to hear her, our Mother's call.
© 2011 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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Added on May 11, 2011Last Updated on May 11, 2011 AuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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