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Easter Morn
EASTER MORN – from the chap book, From Childhood, by Dave Austin Wake up! - overnight – soft bunnies yellow chicks crawling the bed covers - Brain an eggshell In an old, stained tea cup Wake up! Bright, white Easter morn - Silent bells toll invitation to the hunt The bowl of eggs is gone, Table strewn with dyes. Cottontails climb the walls Before my very eyes One nest right in sight Fuzzy-spills its sides - Candy beans Blue egg dried SHOUT! Mom in housecoat, Dad in terry robe, They’ve heard. Brother? Sister? Still asleep. I shrug, eat a loaded chocolate bird SHOUT! I’ve found a nest on top the piano, Another on the fireplace mantle. I break a blue egg’s shell - Careless of the face, lovingly traced. SHOUT! Cries to wake the dead, I should care. Joy loves company. Wake sister, brother That all might share. Oh, to rise on a feathery Sunday’s morn, Break colored shells, Eat chicks before they’re born.
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