Early Riser

a guy looks out his window and recalls memories and places

Early riser

Dawn has opened the skies

Warmth from the sun rays

Stretches to your window

Dew lingers at the far meadows

Early riser

Getup and peer through your curtain

At the sparkling morning

It is morning

Your window sill plant

Has grown an inch taller

And a little more greener

Lift its soil a little

With a small fork

See how its leaves change

Color with the rising sun

Beyoond your window

Is what day has brought

Green shiny grass

Rising morning mist

A side walk that is

Wet from the frost

A neighbor is at his garden

Planting fruits

Another is at his

Front yard clipping her roses

Perhaps you will get down to mow your lawn before

dawn closes

A thought does come to mind

Of a memorable dawn

As such

When you lived in

Another part of the country

A same dawn, a same sun

A good teen you were

Say hello to old man Charibo with his ox

With a wave

Stand by the same window

And watch sara tend to the hens

It was dusty then

Sara in the Sahara

We used to say with the guys

A long time since

But that farm, Sarah farm with cows grazing

We boys using fathers tractor in a peasant morning

A flower by my window

A present from Sarah

Last I left peasant land last summer

A bus stops by

Stays for a while

Mine is soon to come

To pick me from home

Get ready early riser

Work is beyond that hill

And meadow

The bud has come at last

It likes my flowering plant

I cannot forget

Good nature always with me

Mixing hay for the cows

Till afternoon works end

I wipe sweat from brow

The morning cold fades away frommy face

Where the sun touches

A pleasure to stay a while longer

And watch my neighbours

With nature

And watch the far outside, beyond my flowering plant.

(sometimes one does think of himself as you, which i used in this poem, it flows very smoothly and makes it all real)

 

 

Author's Note

its thought provoking and sentimental