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Painting a Picture Poetically
With our Beautiful, Metrical English Language

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

New Dawn

The owl returns when dawn arrives,
     Its hooting voice still shrill,
As sun’s bright rays light up the sky
   Behind the distant hill.

The wind’s refreshing breath removes
     Night’s mantel from the sky

And leaves a world, both bright and clear
     To warm the watchful eye.

The cockerel calls to welcome in
   This new and glorious morn
And it seems the world of nature’s glad
     That this new day’s been born.

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