A golden shaft of morning sun
Threw lines of life to cirrus cloud
A flight of teal on wings of steel
Arrowed from nights flying shroud.
The gems of dew on emerald grass
Blazed crystal violet, hills of glass.
A day is born, a time to live and laugh
Feel young and happy, free as chaff
Caste in the zephyr breeze.
A tear of joy springs to my eye,
A grin, as big as life,
I fly across a meadow, leap a stream.
I’m happy for you Sue and Pete,
I celebrate with night’s retreat
The dawning of your daughter’s day
With all my soul I wish her well
Sweet happiness in life’s foray.
Bon voyage sweet Kathryn
Uncle Dadda
Hamilton
New Zealand 1969
Jan 8, 2010
Jan 8, 2010 at 8:45 AM UTC
A golden shaft of morning sun
Threw lines of life to cirrus cloud
A flight of teal on wings of steel
Arrowed from nights flying shroud.
The gems of dew on emerald grass
Blazed crystal violet, hills of glass.
A day is born, a time to live and laugh
Feel young and happy, free as chaff
Caste in the zephyr breeze.
A tear of joy springs to my eye,
A grin, as big as life,
I fly across a meadow, leap a stream.
I’m happy for you Sue and Pete,
I celebrate with night’s retreat
The dawning of your daughter’s day
With all my soul I wish her well
Sweet happiness in life’s foray.
Bon voyage sweet Kathryn
Uncle Dadda
Hamilton
New Zealand 1969
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