Morning
Morning
Silky dew on Irish grassy lands
Forty shades of green surreal seen
Up and down the hills go with a magical flow
Silent still hills small sun glows
Morning begins to waken
Crows sound like there choking
Cows shaking morning dew shouting mow
Tractors awake work to be done under the winter sun
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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