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TWENTY-SEVENTH MORNING

 Morning is my favorite time of the day. Well, not at first. I don’t like waking up much, but once I’m out of bed, sipping my tea and contemplating a shower, then I’m ready for the day to start. I’m at my most productive and enthusiastic in the morning. I’m fresh and raring to go. I’m full of spring.

 

Today’s poem is The Year’s at the Spring by Robert Browning.

 

            The year’s at the spring

            And the day’s at the morn;

            Morning’s at seven;

            The hillside’s dew-pearled;

            The lark’s on the wing;

            The snail’s on the thorn:

            God’s in heaven—

            All’s right with the world!

           

I can’t believe it’s the 27th day of my poetry challenge. I’m thinking I might continue past the 30-day mark and finish the entire collection. Wouldn’t that be something?

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angeladegroot
Nov. 21st, 2008 06:14 pm (UTC)
I'm not afraid to use. Luckily it's a small book.
cedunkley
Nov. 7th, 2008 12:57 am (UTC)
Keep 'em coming. I'm enjoying them.
angeladegroot
Nov. 21st, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC)
By and large, me too.
kellyrfineman
Nov. 17th, 2008 01:41 am (UTC)
It would indeed be something. I like that rhyme scheme (ABCDABCD). Must use it at some point. And I knew this poem, but it still seemed fresh when I read it today.
angeladegroot
Nov. 21st, 2008 06:21 pm (UTC)
I love the line, "The snail’s on the thorn:". I found it to be very visual.
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