At the dawn of day
When the mist is rolled away
The sky opens
Rooster has spoken
Light set free
Darkness chased to captivity
Air and wind unadulterated
Its cool, fresh fragrance slowly abated
~~~
No smell of eggs and bacon
The flavour is purely Jamaican
The earth now awaken
Worms their homes in a while forsaken
Green grass militantly stands guard
Creating grandeur in the yard
Shuffled sounds heard in the bush
Perhaps a lizard; you could take a look
~~~
Baby cries in the distant near
I imagined Care givers bringing it cheer
In a while there’ll be a rush
Children scurrying to catch the bus
At the dawn of day
When the mist is rolled away
Another chance to live and dance, pray and play
Don’t lose this moment, don’t let it slip away
By J.D. Gordon © copyright 2009
When the mist is rolled away
The sky opens
Rooster has spoken
Light set free
Darkness chased to captivity
Air and wind unadulterated
Its cool, fresh fragrance slowly abated
~~~
No smell of eggs and bacon
The flavour is purely Jamaican
The earth now awaken
Worms their homes in a while forsaken
Green grass militantly stands guard
Creating grandeur in the yard
Shuffled sounds heard in the bush
Perhaps a lizard; you could take a look
~~~
Baby cries in the distant near
I imagined Care givers bringing it cheer
In a while there’ll be a rush
Children scurrying to catch the bus
At the dawn of day
When the mist is rolled away
Another chance to live and dance, pray and play
Don’t lose this moment, don’t let it slip away
By J.D. Gordon © copyright 2009
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