Morning Poem
I woke early one morning
The earth lay cool and still When suddenly a tiny bird Perched on my windowsill He sang a song so lovely So carefree and so gay That slowly all my troubles Began to slip away He sang of far off places Of laughter and of fun It seemed his very trilling Brought up the morning sun I stirred beneath the covers Crept slowly out of bed Then gently shut the window And crushed his chirping head! I'm not a morning person. :wide-eyed :wide-eyed NOT one for the children I feel!!:D |
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I will remember that each morning i hear the little things chirping away!! WHY do they have to be so noisy first thing?? :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: |
About 3a.m where we are in the country with lots of trees.I love them but not at that hour.
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