Simon Cartlidge Poet I do not know?

The Morning Lark

The night so dark yet the morning lark
Sings night go, go, stay, stay away,
As the pale morn light

Begins to rise lighting up the skies
Turns from black, black, white, white again
And the Sun has won.

Day passes on and before too long
From bright light, light, dark, dark returns,
until just pre dawn.

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Elizabeth Wesley November 6, 2011 at 4:26 PM The sound comes through while the day goes round. Great feeling with my favorite bird.

Sara Kendrick April 10, 2011 at 2:11 PM Enjoyed reading this creative work this afternoon..Must be a beautiful call of the lark...Thanks for the kind review of my work..Sara

Sarah Clough April 14, 2010 at 8:20 AM dunno if 7 was the best or worst but saying it was the best teehee guess who its meeee (ya lil cuz) :) right now i have to right something like this :P off to the drawing board lol :D x