As the clouds appear over yonder hill
Everything is quiet and still
The early morning mist down the valley lays
Like a blanket ready to cover the days
And the Sun breaks through like a beacon light
Changing the time frame to daylight from dark night
Whilst the birds begin to make their early morning song
I take a deep breath as I walk along
On my early morning stroll through the meadows green
Gazing upon the loveliest sight I have ever seen
As on yonder hill a giant Stag does appear
Gradually walking closer, becoming ever near
His Antlers standing erect and proud
Suddenly he bellows loud
Until he disappears beneath a lowly cloud
That comes over the hill as if to engulf me
A giant puffball through which I cannot see
But it soon clears as the light shines through
Covering the fields in a majestic hue
Early morning, a special time of day
Oh how I wish it would never go away
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Author:
Owen Robert Cullimore (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a few words of thought
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Early morning is a special time, you are at one with nature.
Sadly it doesn't last long as the train is cancelled due to unforeseen incompetence.
Nature is beautiful at anytime of day or night but particularly so at dawn. The mist and the stag set the scene that becomes epic and surreal at the same time. A lovely image cast in this poem. Well done
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