Dawn Breaks

Dawn Breaks short poem

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When the dawn does break,
The earth it is asleep,
The sun stretches its shadows,
Along empty streets they creep.

The tweeting of the birds,
The shrill sound of their song,
The twittering and the chattering,
They talk the whole day long.

The dog walks in the meadow,
Sniffing here and sniffing there,
Jumping at the shadows,
Or chasing a mad march hare.

The cat skulks in the shadows,
Stalks its early morning prey,
Once the suns comes up,
He’ll be sleeping all the day.

The children they awaken,
With their excited sleepy eyes,
Rubbing and a stretching,
Into a day full of surprise.

The breaking of the dawn,
Is the best time of the day,
You don’t know what surprises
Are coming down your way.

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I am a father of 6 children who has had a love of poetry for many years.It wasn't until my fire was rekindled by a fellow poet,good mate and a man who gave me lots of advice at the start,Darren Scanlon.In just over a year i have written 50 poems of all types and am hoping later this year (2015) to publish my first book.
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The beauty of nature as dawn breaks…wonderfully written poem, I say!


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