In the morning I awoke
To see a kind of eerie smoke
Just above the sheet of glass
That god created first not last
The sun just rising to bring us light
To end the dark and dreary night
Lend your ear to hear them feed
Upon the bugs not birds or bees
Nature's morning noise, you will hear
As you sit upon the peer.
Get your lures and your pole
To catch your brunch
That is down below
Samantha Small O'Hair
