Here's the next poem for you lot! I'm so pleased that so many of you are enjoying this! If "Bud" was still alive and kickin'…I'm sure that he would be too XD
I'll probably be posting a few more today…sometime….so watch for 'em! XD
Enjoy Grandpa's Sunrise! And don't forget to review!
Sunrise
The sunrise turns a
crimson hue,
As the night sky turns
from black to blue,
The air is fresh,
the wind is still,
And the sun peeks over,
the eastern hill,
The sky is clear,
and the day is too,
The grass is covered,
with morning dew.
Hanging low in the valley,
is a layer of fog.
And down by the stream,
is the croak of a frog.
We ask God to bless,
and forgive if we stray,
So the world seem at peace,
on this beautiful day.
"Bud"