morning poem, april 24, 2017



Oh, how I love

Wandering out in the day

The sun high above

And its gold on the hay


I’ll wander till night

I will work and I’ll play

And I’ll feel myself right

To be out in the day


And when I get home

Then I’ll sleep like a king

For all those who roam

Have hearts that can sing


copyright 2017


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