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Living the Joy of a Day
Flowers
among flowers and meadows with carpets of green
Our attention is alert to all that’s quiet,
beautiful, and serene
The sun
blankets Mother Earth with warmth and light
The brilliance that shines around us, pleasing
to our sight
Birds
of the air flit and fly with their freedom about the sky
But, all of nature knows the day must end as
sinking sun seems to die
Let us,
as the day descends into night, enjoy the peace that fills our heart
And when the peeking sun begins to rise again,
thank God for a new morning start
Like
the day before, this new day is ours to enjoy, and no, it’s not a
dream
Woody Dewberry
May 25, 2007
I was inspired to
write this poem after a recent trip, among many trips since 1960, to
the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in East Tennessee.
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Copyright
© 2008 Woody "Pat"Dewberry. All rights reserved.
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