When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
Across green fields and yellow hills of hay
The little twittering birds laugh in his way
And poise triumphant on his shining arm.
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Strong images. Beautiful poem, well written. Enjoyed very much.
There is such a strength in the dawn that comes upon the farmlands while the dawn that slinks into the city is a pathetic weak thing in comparison. An Awesome Write with a skillful pen wielded by an observant poet