Morning Coffee…A Poem.

Morning Coffee

Outside on a summer morn,

Watching as the day is born.

Morning coffee in my hand,

By the river I do stand.

Morning sun shines through the trees,

Not the faintest of a breeze.

Ripples in the water show

Little ducks, just watch them go!

Listen now, a thrush does sing,

Soon more birds a chorus bring.

Eagles fly high in the air

Effortless, without a care.

Squirrel comes for peanuts free,

While I sip, morning coffee.

Β© 2020 Steve McLeod.

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