Favorite Poem
The morning's gray light offers true wonder
With ribbons red from dawn to underscore
Soft rays of light split the night asunder
A new moons high tide comes rushing to shore
Horizons are lines to measure man's sight
The sun, a birthing glowing rising mass
Will turn the sky red as it burns the night
To etch an image on the ocean's glass
And here he stands with some thoughts to discern
The vastness of space while standing on Earth
And finds how small his problems of concern
Timeless questions never to understand
Waves wash to shore another grain of sand
4/4/19
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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