Ode to the Day

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    Ode to the Day

                        SUCH A CALM CALM DAY, THIS SUMMERS MORN
                       JUST THE SLIGHTEST WHISP OF WIND,
                               A SOFT WARMTH CARRESSES MY FACE
                                   SUCH A PEACE WITHIN
                              ALL IS QUIET AND STILL
                             JUST THE MORNING BIRDS
                               BREAK THE SILENCE
                              WITH THEIR TENDER CALL ,NEVER SHRILL

                            MY THOUGHTS REFLECT ON YOUNGER DAYS
                         WHEN MY INNOCENCE  MATCHED 
                               THE DAYS TEMPERMENT
                           A WONDEROUS CHILD I WAS
                           GAZING SKYWARD AMAZED IN AWE
                               AT GODS GREAT FIRMAMENT

                           HOW FAMILIAR THIS DAY FEELS
                    SO MANY TIMES I'VE BASKED IN THIS SPLENDOR
                       ALWAYS ,ALWAYS SO GRATFUL FOR LIFE 
                     EACH FRAGRANT BLADE OF GRASS
                      EACH SPLENDID FLOWER ETCHED IN MY HEART
                           AND EACH SEPERATE DYING HOUR
                                IS YET ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL HOURS START
                    

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Fendire’s Poems (7)

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