One Late Summer Morn
Sunrise on Swift Creek starts a new day
The sun is etching magenta 'pon a misty sky
And fog settling low 'pon the ground will stay
Changing in the sky a red giant ball shows its dye
I wonder if old saying will come true and I sigh
Mankind hasn't made much of an arising yet
Down where lilacs once bloomed in years gone by
But doves awaken from slumber still sing my pet
They cajole weary whip-poor-will where sun and earth edify
To settle in the brush and quietly lie
Down where fuchsia crepe myrtle blooms are open
Enjoying the heat of end of a summer's day
There's beauty against even the coyotes' den
As turmoil goes on, guitar music stops, places decay
Dear Lord, let me praise You, and constantly pray
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