It's a misty morning rising
As I wake and wipe the sleep
from my still tired eyes.
The grass looks so much greener
...
Here's to a traditional day
namely Shrove Tuesday as we know
when pancake racings underway
then tomorrow, Ash Wednesday shows
...
Winter February finalises,
his tenure o'er, so oft unkind,
let Winter withdraw with firm good-bye.
Hence I eager look to milder clime.
...
I'm getting on now, I see differently.
Not opposed to change, but things just seem
fearful, and growing disorderly.
Respect of lawful authority
...
Well now.. where do I begin.....)
A Misty Morning
It's a misty morning rising
As I wake and wipe the sleep
from my still tired eyes.
The grass looks so much greener
and the trees look so much leafier
as I see them today for the first time.
I Wipe the mist from my window pane
and I watch the day awake,
the rising of the songbirds
Welcoming the new day.
See the mist swirl in strange new shapes
it's a misty morning rising,
And I'm so glad that I'm alive
to greet this brand new day,
On a misty early morning
as the brand new day is dawning,
and despite, all my yawning,
I'm glad that I'm part of this brand new day,
this wonderful new day.
A Misty Morning
©July 2nd 1977 Michael C Crowder @scorsby