A Morn
The Mockingbird landed 'pon porch rail now my choir
In rhythm with cricket, then his jimminey stops _he tires
He starts again but quickly Mockingbird is gone
Soon the sun's appearance warms surroundings_ground touches on.
Porch gets too warm, sunny I have to seek shade
Life out on colonade_with singing choir_beauty arrayed
In all its glory so simple yet artistry
Thank you God for each minute on porch in Lordolatry
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