Morning
by
Adelle Bradford
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Morning
Poem - Unpublished
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The old man always wakes up first.
In the half-light, he idly scratches
red marks left by wrinkled bedding
and performs his morning ritual.
Touching, rubbing, feeling,
he assures himself that no vital part
has disappeared during the night.
Finally, satisfied that everything
is in its proper place,
he yawns the dark from his lungs,
inhales the morning, and,
as a neighbor's dog barks the sun up,
begins his next ritual
of wakening his wife.
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| Reviewed by Sheila Roy |
10/1/2009 |
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This is witty and fun. Real life up in lights. Hugs,
Sheila |
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| Reviewed by randy smith |
3/30/2009 |
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| Your poem reminds me of my grand father. thanks. hope you do well with your wrighting! R C Smith |
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| Reviewed by Ken Chartrand |
7/4/2008 |
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| Hi Adelle, I read your poem,"Morning" I found it a fun read. Reminds me of me in the mornings. Best of luck with your writing. Please feel free to visit my site here in the "Den" |
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| Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader) |
2/19/2007 |
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| Cute poem. Holly |
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