bright dawn

Bright came the dawn

Tripping across the lawn

Over the lake and hill

And over the window sill

The morning star had gone

That some moments back had shone

The sun’s face, all red and glad

now  peeped at the earth like a sly lad

morning came in all its glory

bearing an altogether different story

it was a warm day – a day of love and hope

a day when expectations reached their highest scope.