Kenneth Cheney Poet Rhyme

An Awakening With the Birds

Awake before the morning dawn, 
I ambled out across the lawn.
Taking repose beneath a tree,
The sun blossomed, while birds sang sweet.

A brilliant red cardinal shouts,
As luscious blue birds flit about.
A dazzling orange oriole
Sits on a limb looking royal.

Alone I sat whiles did ponder
The joys of life chirping yonder.
Watching a robin toil silently,
This revelation screams at me.

A man has never been so alive,
As watching a new day arrive.
Sitting so still for just awhile,
He can hear the sound of his smile

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Sunlite Wanter July 17, 2019 at 10:20 AM Neither has a woman, Kenneth (smiling). When all the world it seems is asleep and it is just you and the dawn. Love birds. Love your poem. Kenneth Cheney July 17, 2019 at 4:48 PM Thank you for your nice comment.

Caren Krutsinger July 15, 2019 at 2:35 PM To "hear the sound of your smile" - this is exactly how a morning of sheer sitting feels. Well done! Nice one. Kenneth Cheney July 17, 2019 at 4:48 PM Thank you and I hope you get to hear your smile often