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JOSIE'S POEMS

Painting a Picture Poetically
With our Beautiful, Metrical English Language

By Josie Whitehead

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 NEW DAWN
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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.

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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.

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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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