in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
......
cream is on the rose
pale blue skies have chiffon clouds
lemon sun, lilacs
pale buds opening
champagne sand and sea frothing
pink daisies dreaming
peach blooms in shadows
she is waking from her nap
......
I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.
I loved the quiet and peacefulness, and staring at a big moon,
Just as the onset of summer, is staring down the end of June!
Some people can get by on less sleep, and I was one of those,
As eager feet are constantly going by, the paths of primrose.
My nightly pursuits were many-music, reading, TV or going out,
......
in the middle of the day
at the latter part of June
profuse blooms such ripe berries
the world is waking
tall thin and graceful
palm trees on a white sand beach
reach for orange skies
the day's elegance
is visible in a breeze
along beauty's path
white crested blue waves
ever searching like the wind
......
in violet dawn
he screeches a world awake
barnyard bugler struts
the sun is coming
and he's the first one to know
blooms and butterflies
red rooster so bold
like desert cactus flowers
......
cream is on the rose
pale blue skies have chiffon clouds
lemon sun, lilacs
pale buds opening
champagne sand and sea frothing
pink daisies dreaming
peach blooms in shadows
she is waking from her nap
......
tall thin and graceful
palm trees on a white sand beach
reach for orange skies
the day's elegance
is visible in a breeze
along beauty's path
white crested blue waves
ever searching like the wind
......
I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.
I loved the quiet and peacefulness, and staring at a big moon,
Just as the onset of summer, is staring down the end of June!
Some people can get by on less sleep, and I was one of those,
As eager feet are constantly going by, the paths of primrose.
My nightly pursuits were many-music, reading, TV or going out,
......
in the middle of the day
at the latter part of June
profuse blooms such ripe berries
the world is waking