September morning;
bright, fresh and clean;
autumn's in the air,
felt, but yet, unseen.
The dawn is past,
the day is nigh;
I greet the sunshine,
with a joyous sigh.
I drink in deeply,
the breath of early morn;
view the placid lake,
the sunflowers adorn.
Jax tugs gently on his leash,
the spring is in his walk;
he nudges grass aside,
among the flower's stalk.
Man and his best friend,
on their daily stroll;
each on his own path,
each with his own goal.
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
September morning;
bright, fresh and clean;
autumn's in the air,
felt, but yet, unseen.
The dawn is past,
the day is nigh;
I greet the sunshine,
with a joyous sigh.
I drink in deeply,
the breath of early morn;
view the placid lake,
the sunflowers adorn.
Jax tugs gently on his leash,
the spring is in his walk;
he nudges grass aside,
among the flower's stalk.
Man and his best friend,
on their daily stroll;
each on his own path,
each with his own goal.
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