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| Category - Places | | A Poem from the Washington Recollections Collection | | Before The Dawn - Viewed 1020 Times | David Devaney
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April 04, 2004 |
There is a silence blessing
that comes before the dawn.
The bats, they scurry to their caves,
the night will soon be gone.
The crickets all more silent grow,
the sun will soon arise.
The moon does catch its final glimpse
across the cloudless skies.
The night does whisper morning songs
awakening the trees.
The blossoms shed their night time dew
to hummingbirds and bees.
The sun from east and south and north
does through the mountains peer.
The prophet of serenity,
we need no other seer.
The birds on wind do silent soar
all seeking breakfast fare.
As night worms slide into the earth
no noise comes from their lair.
Ten thousand ants then raise the roof
another day begun.
No single sound is ever heard
before their day is done.
Then, come at last the trumpet winds,
to herald in the day.
When daylight creatures do appear
it’s beauty on display. | | © 2004 David Devaney |
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