Since today is World Poetry Day, I figured that I really should post a poem today, Muffin is going to post a poem a little bit later as well. So here is my contribution:
The morning sun shines o’er the hill,
Bathing the land, quiet and still.
Yet birds do sing since early morn,
With beauty, the land, to adorn.
Squirrels laze about in the sun,
Enjoying time when they don’t run.
Blue jays together, there they sit,
Enjoying the morn, every bit.
Gulls are soaring against blue sky,
And filling the air with their cry.
Now on the lake, a gentle breeze,
And morning sun, above the trees.
The morning time, oh ’tis so grand,
With such blessing across the land.
©2021 Steve McLeod.