Ray Boorman

AFORE THE DAWN



I spied from my window a misty sea,
I heard the squark of seagulls cry
whilst gently soaring in the sky
so graceful as they swoop and fly,
How wonderful to be wild and free.

I washed my canvas a pastel blue,

saw rocky crags in yonder bay
watched white horses dance and play
and all before the break of day,
So paint my picture with misty hue.


 


 

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 02/18/2011.

 

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