Awoken in flight
up yonder and sing.
The lark of the morn
on song and a wing.
To hover on high,
arise and rejoice.
Oh joyous your song,
the morning in voice.
The dawning in verse
your music has stirred
the light of the day
on wings of a bird.
O’er farmer and field,
o’er shepherd and herd.
The song of the lark,
the morning is heard.
A prince of the sky
a singing with glee.
The lark of the morn,
good morning to thee.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
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Tony this brings back memories of childhood, times carefree, Clean air, early morn on fields dirt trails, ant hills and grasshoppers in the foxtails. An old apricot tree that belonged to no one but us kids where we parked our tree house. I hear that same lark now too but it brings back those memories. Thanks for the memories Tony
You are very welcome, Soren.
Your memories are very similar to mine and yet thousands of miles apart - wild and carefree. Your lovely words are in a word, lovely, truly.
Do take care now,
Tony.
Always a pleasure. May your day be most wonderful
Beautiful !
Hello Priya,
'Beautiful' - a beautiful response in itself and most appreciated.
Kind regards,
Tony.
You are very welcome
And good morning to thee, my dear Tony. What a lovely poem to wake up to and read. The songbirds music has perked my ears and lifted my heart, and for that, I am grateful (unlike Juliet who hoped for the nightingale...lol). Wonderful, wonderful job, and a gloriously beautiful day to you, my friend.🌹👏
Good afternoon, Tristan from a thirty eight degrees centigrade, Valencia.
To lift one's heart is joy personified and filled with joy, I am. Thank you ever so much for your lovely response.
Fond regards,
Tony.
Valencia sound great! It was 28 degrees here in Pennsylvania USA and muggy. I don't mind heat, but man the humidity can kill. LOL! Anywho, you are most welcome, my friend.
And good morning to thee, the top of which begins with glee🕊️🙏🏻
Well met, my fine fellow and may all your mornings be of the like.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
A lovely write evoking a beautiful scene, of all is calm and well, enjoyed the read
'Calm' no better word to define a good life and the song of the morning lark. Very much appreciated.
Kind regards,
Tony.
You are very welcome
Well written, The Morning Lark" is a triumphant celebration of nature's splendor and the unbridled joy that the morning brings, as embodied by the lark's exhilarating song. The subject matter focuses on the lark as a powerful symbol of hope, renewal, and the breathtaking beauty of the dawn. The poem reflects uplifting themes of joy, freedom, and the transformative power of music in the natural world. The poet aims to evoke feelings of profound happiness and appreciation for nature, encouraging readers to find inspiration in the simple yet profound pleasures of life, like the dawn chorus sung by the lark. It underscores the profound connection between nature and human emotion, suggesting that the beauty of the natural world can uplift and inspire the human spirit.
Hello Friendship,
You have delved into this simple poem with an eye for beauty, freedom and the joys of nature, expressed with insight and feeling. You are very kind and I do appreciate it, very much so.
Fond regards,
Tony.
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