The Morning Sun
The morning sun.
As the morning sun pecked over the ridge.
In to the valley, you could see the fog and the morning dew burning away.
Dew from the new spring leaves.run to the ground.
Down in the valley, the cows were grazing on the fresh cut hay.
The sun brightens the valley with each ray.
The blue ridge mountains stand so tall in the background as the morning sun
rises above.
Just another day in the morning sun
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2014
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