Dawning
The dawning comes, and I awake
to see the dew’d grass gleam
in soft morning light it seems
as I walk, beside this old lake
The scent of this day is but awakening
yet, I detect the smell of beginning day
bacon and coffee fresh, and home I stray
as cardinals welcome with their singing
Cool air, with the touch of life
energizes me and I feel so alive
my day lift, to new levels it strives
and for the moment, I’m free of strife
Considering the struggles around this world, and the lack of real emotion or concern from the whitehouse, the following is my thoughts (and no I didn’t miss capitalize whitehouse, until he acts as a president, he dishonors the house!)
Freedom’s Herald?
Gonna get even for the long past
gonna make a brutal new world
Gonna see that hated flag furled
gonna set the claws of socialism fast
A king without a crown, to bow
to other kings, fills me with dread
Unspeaking of Iranian student dead
seeking just to be free somehow
The path ahead, will turn many to pain
leaving others, filled with shattered hope
The consequences of change led by a dope
makes me ask, have we at last become insane