A Poet Also Rises

I am up early this morning anticipating the sunrise. Too dark for any birds to sing and I still have sand in my eyes left by my age old friend sandman. This time of year it rises late plenty of time for a game plan; No reason to procrastinate. Ah! There’s the man, right on schedule. Guess I’ll shower and scrape a few And while I’m doing this I’ll mull over a plan on what to do. The morning is beautiful outside That’s it, a long bicycle ride!