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The Morning
by Brian Taylor
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Daylight dawning sends shadows sprawling;
Dewdrops dripping from green leaves hanging;
Jewelled webs waiting, in soft breeze wavering;
Shafted sunlight through dark shadows searching.
Solitary wedgetail, on corkscrew winding,
Higher and higher to watch over all.
The milkers are wending their way from the valley,
Nostrils are streaming with clover-sweet breath.
At the howl of the dingo, the mare's to her feet;
With plaited legs flailing, the foal's to her flank.
In an instant the geese by the creek are a gaggle,
And the curlew gives its last eerie night call.
The ravenous crow in jerky flight follows,
His echoing call of contempt, for all. |
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| Reviewed by Joyce Bowling |
7/9/2007 |
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A refreshing and light write that offers the reader an opportunity to experience a glimpse of your lifestyle through the vivid imagery you've penned, enjoyed! Glad I stopped by. Welcome to the den!
Blessings,
Joyce B. |
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| Reviewed by K. Mulroney |
7/9/2007 |
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| I like the way the first stanza has a flow of rhyme without actually rhyming. The whole easy pace of this was refreshing. Nice write! |
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