A Good Morning
What a good morning,
indeed the sun is coming.
It shines through the clouds storming,
from the night before snowing
they’re clearing.
I rise from my bed springing
my night prison I’m escaping.
My mother calls with a thought dawning
I run downstairs yawning.
Then I see them gleaming,
gifts red, green, and ribbons sparkling.
I am joined by excited siblings screaming
I say to myself what a good morning.
Oh my gosh I love this. This is so good! It is such a Christmas poem; you captured the feelings perfectly. I don't see what's wrong with it. Fantastic job.
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh I love this. This is so good! It is such a Christmas poem; you captured the feelings perfectly. I don't see what's wrong with it. Fantastic job.
ReplyDeleteI love Christmas! This described it PERFECTLY! I love your writing! I really want Christmas to come now! keep up the good work!!!
ReplyDeleteThis was really good. I liked the feeling that was put into it. I didn't see any errors and I just think this was amazing. You're a really great poet.
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