Morning
Let me wash my face with the morning dew
Dress my soul with the songs of birds
Pick the dawn with the hopes anew
Walk among the crickets I’ve heard
And take with me a symphony
Given by the hooting owl
Live again another day
And dry my feet with Nature’s towel
©. Christine McNeill-Matteson
Forgotten

Gray rustic canon
Hangs over winter’s river
Few could tell you why.
Many once gathered to fight
Forgotten, now a bleak sight .
Copyrighted : 2020 CMM






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