Morning Park

While in the park

as a quiet whispering


tickled those great

old trees…

The echoing call

of those morning time


Faint barking dog,

the green grass

quietly grows..

Morning sun climbed

the horizon

starting east

setting out west..

As loving nature

gives us her very best…

i sat on the park bench

within a noonday rest

an a honest snicker..

Truly, truthfully lovingly


This piece inspired


my morning in a neighbourhood park

cooking breakfast,

an feeding the birds..

Bonus Image Video,


Famous Last Words, Finger Eleven.


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