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Poetry Pleases: The Morning Light

Peace settles,
The mountain is still,
Silver grey in the morning light…

Len Bourne’s poem paints a pacific scene.

The mountain road gleams
Silver grey in the morning light,
It curves, and curves again.
Here and there
Boulders, bushes, trees,
Silence is broken by the cry
of a kite.

The underside of leaves
Silver grey too in the morning light,
The sea below,
Waves curl, break and their surf
Washes and surges over the sand.
Two lovers look down from a nest of turf
Gazing, musing, it is their land.

The mountain slopes, dark green
Against the lighter sky.
Gulls soar, thermals spiral,
The air, pushed by the wind
Rushes and stirs the leaves
Until dusk.

Years past there was no road
To split the velvet covering of plants,
No road divided rock and bush,
Birds and ground creatures held sway.
Peace settles,
The mountain is still,
Silver grey in the morning light.

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