Morning has brokenA Poem by Sandy Beachwaking up to natureMorning has broken the crickets and bullfrogs musical concert is coming to an end
the sun is slowly awakening the mockingbird is stirring
with the light strectching arriving over the horizon
singing in unison with the babbling brook
a sleepy headed yawn rolls out of my dried throat
I glance over and you are smiling with your half open eyes
good morning you whisper I touch your hand
go back to sleep my darling the morning has only broken
Sandy@Beach © 2012 Sandy BeachReviews
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3 Reviews Added on May 23, 2012 Last Updated on May 23, 2012 AuthorSandy BeachCOAboutHi. I am new and yes this is my real name. Actually my name is Sanford, which tells you why I go by Sandy. My parents grew up during the early hippy era , were musicians and artists, and obviously had.. more..Writing
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