Morning Park

While in the park

as a quiet whispering

breeze,

tickled those great

old trees…

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The echoing call

of those morning time

crows..

Faint barking dog,

the green grass

quietly grows..

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Morning sun climbed

the horizon

starting east

setting out west..

As loving nature

gives us her very best…

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i sat on the park bench

within a noonday rest

an a honest snicker..

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Truly, truthfully lovingly

blessed..

This piece inspired

by

my morning in a neighbourhood park

cooking breakfast,

an feeding the birds..

Bonus Image Video,

music;

Famous Last Words, Finger Eleven.