There comes the northward wind upon my face.
Adown the stairs of school I start to race.
Around a shed my feet begin to pace.

I turn my eyes to feel an eastern breeze.
I leap and chase the shadows 'neath the trees.
I feel myself in awe upon my knees.

I hear the birds in joy as comes the sun.
I hear their trilling song that night is done.
Rejoice with thrilling heart that race is done.

I view the multihued as elves at play.
I smile to feel their joy as breezes sway.
Inhale fragrances stealing hearts away.

A touch of rose, a dash of lavendar,
A sweet and spicy smell, a hint of myrrh,
A myriad delights, a nosey blur.

It's time to taste the meal this morn has spread,
To bite into the day that's now ahead.
Enjoy! Rejoice! Our days too soon are spred.

Michael McKenny August 2005

 
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