A Misty Morning Song Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The wailing sounds of morning crows,
Fill my ears and on they go,
Such a haunting eerie sound,
As they circle round and round,
Sky of grey,
Mountain mist,
I look upon the green grass kissed,
With morning dew,
My day starts here,
And still those crows in distance heard,
I wonder what this day will bring?
I hear my favourite song and sing,
The oldies bring back memories,
They linger on like ageing trees,
The good times mean so much to me,
On this grey and misty morn.

Jayne Louise Davies