Brought To Mind
One One One Two
One One Twelve
At wet morning dew
Do I marvel and delve
In dreams of tomorrow
with joy of today
As another year starts
with the breaking of dawn
and I rise with a yawn
As all of my parts
compete for attention
And I laugh with the feeling
Of newness of year
My senses are reeling
Another day here
With another so dear.
What else can I say
Have a happy new year
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2012
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