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Where the humdrum ends

Where the humdrum ends

A morning waits when roosters crow in vain,
and stunned eyes are awed by the rising sun.
When nostrils savor the dewy terrain,
as ears tune in to magpies’ chirping fun.

Soon a dawn will bloom and change the asphalt
To hordes of marigolds across lush leas,
where squirrels scramble and leporids vault,
while laughter echoes under maple trees.

There must be somewhere far from the black smoke,
beyond the traffic drone and ticking clock,
beneath the soothing shade of the white oak,
where the grass grows along the freedom walk

There, breeze and soul befriend, and humdrum ends
to trend a new era where life transcends.

Copyright © Sean Kibble

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