Burt hums a tune before the dawn,
His slippers tap across the floor.
The kettle sings, the day moves on,
Burt hums a tune before the dawn.
The cat yawns wide, the toast is gone,
He chuckles softly, never a bore.
Burt hums a tune before the dawn,
His slippers tap across the floor.
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This little poem is about an elderly former neighbor of mine who was a grandfather figure of the neighborhood.
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Comments1
Rituals and habits often give a sense of peace and security and lets one smile and hum. A lovely write
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