Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2014
The morning sun.
As the morning sun pecked over the ridge.
In to the valley, you could see the fog and the morning dew burning away.
Dew from  the new spring leaves.run to the ground.
Down in the valley, the cows were grazing on the fresh cut hay.
The sun brightens the valley with each ray.
The blue ridge mountains stand so tall in the background as the morning sun rises above.
Just another day in the morning sun.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
3.3k
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems