I am a lark,
Always up about six.
I always have been like that,
Even when working,
The alarm clock was redundant.
Now well into my retirement,
That time in the morning
Is so special.
It is the time
When words come to me,
Words to be written on a page,
Like those on this page.
I can look out the window,
And see the wonder of nature.
I go for walks and walk with nature,
Walk along My River,
Where My Spirit
Joins its soothing flow.
So yes, my mornings are special.
But what I don’t understand
Is that no matter when I go to bed,
Be it ten or twelve,
I still wake up at six.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2026 01:54
- Comment from author about the poem: I am always up this early. We saw the Adrian Cox Trio on Wednesday, they were superb.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
And may you keep on doing it for many dawns to come dear Andy. 🌹
Thank you Teddy, I certainly hope I will.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I feel the force of your words Andy I always awake at five even when sleepy, it is the anticipation of the coming light. The morning and late night hours that are the ones I enjoy most. Loved your write made me feel a bit more normal
That anticipation of the day is so wonderful soren, Thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
Funny you should mention that Andy.....
Thank you Dave, I may mention it again.
Andy
No need, I am very familiar with 6am
I can relate to this, a lifetime of programming to be up at that time, but now actually able to fully appricate that time of morning, enjoyed the read.
So true Rik, it is our own time now.
Andy
Not sure who Rik is?, but you're very welcome
Sorry Tobani, mind was confused.
Andy
No worries, another relatable thing!!!.
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