Poem 9:
The Day Begins at Dawn
Poem Summary:
I'm a morning person, if there ever was such a person.
The morning is wonderful.
I love it
Sorry!
I've been off lately 'cause I had Standardized Testing this moth and last.
But I'm back and ready to go!
Ciao, Ciao,
Mellow-chan
The day
begins at dawn.
Long before
even the birds
sing their songs.
It starts
with my alarm clock.
And,
between you
and me
I wish I could break
every time
it screams
at me
annoyingly.
But I must wake up
to prepare breakfast and such.
The morning
the air
the sun
all of it,
I love.
So, I suppose
that you,
are not
wanting
of my
rambling words.
So I
will say,
that each
and every
one of my days-
It ends at dusk,
for that is when
I lay my head
down to rest.
It begins at dawn,
for that is when
the morning
the day
the sun.
This is how
my day
has always begun.
