Saturday, November 04, 2006

Morning


I love to wake to each new day,
And brush my dreams of night away,

And look out through my window wide
To see what weather is outside,

And wonder what exciting thing
This shining, un-used day will bring.


3 comments:

Mrth. said...

What a beautiful poem! Love, Myrthe

Anonymous said...

Het is een mooie Zaterdag .Ik ben naar Vreden geweest .MAM

Anonymous said...

I do the exact same thing Carin...nice poem! Wade