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One morning on the clifftop

as the sun began to rise

I watched the silver morning

quietly lighten up the skies.

The bright ray of the rising sun

gleamed goldly on the water.

She kissed the sea good morning

as it joyfully reached and caught her.



A carpet green beneath my feet

the rolling ocean lay.

Up into the morning mist

it flung its silver spray.

The waves that pounded on the rocks

resounded with a crack.

The hills took up the chorus

and they tossed the echo back.



I felt the early morning dew

seep damp between my toes.

I breathed the tangy, salty scent

that from the beach arose.

The sea of waving grasses

bent and bowed into the breeze.

The wind up in the branches

piped its music through the trees.



Over yonder in the meadow

a cricket chirped its song.

It seemed to say, "There's work to do,

don't stand there all day long."

Reluctantly I turned my back,

began my homeward climb.

But there would be another dawn

to share another time



Eunice Perkins