Beneath an old tree a garden lay silent,
The morning star rises, a Bobolink sings.
Then on big tippy-toes, with solemn intent,
He follows a path to the old wooden swing.

Small bunnies eat turnips and sideways they glance,
At this little boy flying, hair all a flutter!
While mommy's asleep little toadstools can dance,
As wormy-worms inch to play with each other.

A glorious morning! The scent of flowers
And dew, like heavenly jewels scattered around.
Circling down from the sun in early hours,
As a gesture of love to mother earth's ground.

A hint to return! Bunnies hopping away...
So he'll slip up the stairs, quietly to bed.
From outside the window an old swing will sway,
While inside an impish boy covers his head!

by Karen Davies

Karen Davies - Karen is a native of southern California, married with three children. She works together with her British husband in their small Orange County business. Reading and writing poetry is her favorite way to relax in the evenings.
 
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