Ideas
As I sit down to
Write my thought;
Early I the morn
With a big yawn.
Eyelids still heavy,
Birdies sing a song;
Slowly and gently
The wind that blows;
Seeps within me
With freshness of dawn.
Then eyes open wide
Sparkling bright;
God sent gift
Yet another day.
Ideas get then
Slowly jotted down;
By and by
As the verse is ready;
Fills my heart
With joy so steady.
Kiren
'84
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