Mornings at Home
Im thankful for each morning, because it’ is a start to a new day .
The sun rises high
Planes soar into the sky
The geese make there cry
Slowly I open each eye
To see squirrels wrestle in the field
The bunnies rest and yield
The trees that rise high as shield
Protecting the tulips that have peeled
Inside the Coffee begins to brew
And the bacon crackles too
A smell so strong and true
Waking up the sleepy head in you
A morning at home
Is when time stops to roam
And is a place where all is known
A fleeting moment we wish to clone
—Kenzie Q
