When all is quiet
during the very early morning,
It is the time for you and I
to wander on the land.
The shadows lay open and mysterious.
We are ready for what is at hand.
There is a darkness that has lain over us
and it has nothing to do with the night air.
There is trouble ahead and we can feel it.
We will try to stop it because we really care.
I look over towards the town
Where all the lights glisten brightly.
I wish I was there amongst those four walls.
Where I felt safe and warm.
Where everything was so easy.
The place where I was born.
So crisp is the night air.
So soft is the moss ridden path.
So blue is the sky.
Why is there so much wrath?
So as we contemplate the path to take,
the sun appears and gives us hope.
Its warmth and sincerity,
helps us cope.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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