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Wift the aroma of coffee in the morn,
The smell of mowed hay in the dew.
The sun is peaking over the horizon
as another day begins all anew.

In the distance I hear a rooster
so early he has begun to crow.
The curtains on my window sway
as such gentle breezes blow.

From the cows there is a mooning
birds are all chirping their song.
Sometimes I wish that the morning
could stay and last the whole day long.

Bacon, eggs I smell in the kitchen,
as I stretch out and give a big yawn.
Such is the gentle awakening on
a farm in the awakening of early morn.

© Copyright 1998 by Jean E. Gorney