At First Light
First light
Casting out night
Bring fourth a new day
For my eyes to survey
Words march to the front of my mind
That laid sleeping and once confined
Like a picture puzzle
All jumbled up and bedazzled
Bring on the poets battle
With sounds that shift and rattle
“Move on I have work to do “
I may not stop to write and construe
Oh but only for a moment
I may miss work, and think I am affluent
Find a book
Right there in the nook
Where I may dot a note or two
As thou I have nothing to do
Yes one day I will wake to nothingness
And abide to my bounteousness
To scrawl
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2007
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