Dawn is breaking, misty grey
With a tinge of silver streaks
A ball of fire begins to rise
Across the mountain peaks.
The ball of fire begins to spread
All across the way
A touch of warmth begins to make
A glorious summers day.
Author – me
Date – uncertain but I remember it being proudly displayed on the wall in my primary school so I’d guess I was about 8 or 9.
Wishing everyone out there a glorious summers day, although where we’re heading is forecast heavy rain and thunder storms but hey ho. I know I’ve been missing in action but thanks for dropping by, and please feel free to leave me a comment.
PS, this is the very first publication of my favourite little poem (apart from all those years ago) lol.