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A summer morning at Aldersea (our farm home)-- through the eyes of my bride.  Still blue sky
Early hush of summer in the morning All in bloom Heavy with dew Heavy with honeysuckle sweet. Quiet but for early rising barking—intermittent-- And the rooster next door And birds busy in the branches Of the willow. The sun, with deliberation, crests our farm poplars Lined up behind the barn, Warm on my face, In chill dewy air. (I remember-- Very young, greeting a Blue sky morning like this Silenced, awed with Wonderment At your expansive beauty, Creator God.) Welcome, fine day. © August 2011 by Melissa J. Robbins
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Auntie S
8/29/2011 01:13:50 am
Very sweet, Melis. Brought to mind memories of summer mornings long ago when thru a child's eyes I too gazed at the world in similar wonder... So beautiful, Melissa. Lots of mornings I wake up and see the dirty living room, piles of laundry and the mountain of homeschooling and child training ahead. Thank you so much for this lovely reminder of where my mind should be aimed for in the morning; towards the Creator and His glory. 7/19/2012 12:59:05 am
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