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A Day Untitled

The dew sparkled like a thousand jewels
as the rising sun bathed each blade of grass.
The promise of a summer day
as the morning began to pass.
Clouds of mottled grey
like warriors gathered on the horizon
blocking the sun and bringing a chill to the air.
The bright awakening of promise
is swallowed up by a dull sky,
yet no one took much notice
as the birds played in the air,
their arial acrobatics distracted
the foreboding dull sky.
As no rain threatened
to take a days pleasure away,
although it was cooler
the early sun still left warmth in the air
and life still went on gently
as we rested on our holiday
in a laid-back life
we could easily become accustomed to,
work seemed a far off dream
and a word that was banned to mention.
There were far too many other things
that wanted to capture our attention
within a relaxing rest bite from our daily occupation.
The sun might emerge again
as the day sauntered on,
but no one really cared
as we relaxed and had fun.

14 September 2008

poem by David Harris
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