Childhood Morning Poems

Bells of  Home
My memory sings when the brass school bell rings, so I ring it every day.
It sits on my hallway table with the...

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Good Morning Eternity, Universe & Future
by Davieo, DVO, David Rothchild

Good morning eternity, lend me your strength,
To bring home the victories, bridge any length
In your boundless...

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Mama used to go to the center. 
Stomp her left foot down hard 
On that old maple wood. 
Then close her eyes and tighten her
Jaws...

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The black velvet sky,  
with diamond dancing stars.  
The full moon,  
shining brightly.  
Morning awaits,   
sun bursting into color....

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The dawn chorus has just begun,
And up out of bed jumps my darling son,
“Get up my Dad, come and play”,
But I‘ve only just got to...

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Have you ever felt the heat,                                       ...

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It was a flash mob…somewhere in Italy…a maestro was conducting Ode to Joy
and I found myself fascinated by the conduct of one little girl…and boy.

Moved...

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Canticle: an Aubade
Michael R. Burch

Misty morning sunlight hails the dawning of new day;
dreams drift into drowsiness before they fade away.
Dew drops on the green grass...

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wet dew~what the sun kisses each morning...

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As the morning sun comes creeping up over the hill,  
as the sunset colors set in the west I am at peace.  ...

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Spring is the time to venture out and play
the pretty flowers are wearing the bees
maybe it is bright and sunny all day
early morning may come...

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I grew up with Country music
Loved its simple themes
It’s been my constant joy
For ever or so it seems.
Bobby Bare’s on the Bose
Singing a tear jerking...

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Many months had passed,  
with much anticipation.  
I counted every day,            ...

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Doll house

Smoke came from the attic
the doll house was aflame.
Burnt down to ashes
as were the small figurine 
that lived noiselessly 
in childhood memories.
A casket
tiny music...

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Every Saturday morning always begins the same for me…standing in the kitchen I’m flooded with memories.

When our children were little…and whenever grandchildren came our way…Saturday...

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