I love mornings.

Mornings at the lake are the best. Here is a poem describing my ideal morning:

Still water. 

Quiet air. 

Warm coffee and a rocking chair. 

Sister fishing while laying down. 

Brothers out walking around. 

My coffee in hand, not a care in the air. 

I can go all day in this rocking chair. 

 

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  2. Sounds absolutely perfect – I am right there with you. I can almost hear the water lapping. Well done!
    Clare

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  3. This sounds like a perfect morning to me too! Give me coffee and a rocking chair next to water, and I’m set for the day! And I love the rhythm of your poem.

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