June 7th, 1998 | |||
AwakeningBy David P. Salamone |
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A wakening to song of cardinal,Since clocks do I detest. Cool spring breeze through open window, Fills lungs with morning's breath. Moreover, again, with life.
N o sounds other than nature's own,Heard throughout this home. What has been laid out night before, Silently calling to me, To, again, begin the chase.
C offee's eye-opening aroma,Drifts through this calm and gentle space. Smell of toasted bread with jam, Will satisfy my taste.
W hat thought is this of stream far away,That holds trout in tailrace? And as I think of leaving now, What calls me to this place?~ David P. Salamone
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