'tis Dawn Awaiting
A fog above the river is hovering
Like a shroud of gray the bier covers
Awaiting the glorious warming sun,
Bringing fog like rising steam by noon
Lifting the soul like a resurrection,
But now, a chill over New River Gorge
‘Tis dawn awaiting the rafters’ call
Adventurers will soon have a blast.
FIRST PRIZE WINNER
Brian Strand Contest
written January 21, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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