Summer Rain

A summer rain falls.

And birds sing.

The earth smells fresh.

But I recall

I have bills to pay.

Yet returning home

To my working day

I carry birdsong

And the rich earth

In my heart.

Nature’s art

Feeds my poetry.

Yet she

Outshines all poetry.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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K Morris – Poet