As the early morning fog rolls in
Covering the mountains
Blanketing their sin
The cold mountain air
Takes your breath without a care
As you stand, stop and stare
Wrapped up warm
This place so tranquil and calm
Sat here eating a bacon barm
As the fog lifts I can see the sea
Whilst I sit here drinking tea
I wonder what today will be
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Watching the sunrise every morn. Sometimes it's when a child is born. A time to reflect on beautiful dreams. Looking at the radiant beams. Shining through the clouds so bright.
The cold wind that blows my face, the chilly air that I embrace, the wet grass that chills my toes, the sweet scent that fills my nose, the happiness my friends share, the way there always there to...
As the sun peeps over the horizon Night has gone to rest I wonder whether the sun shall shine.
As the eagle- Flies above us- In the sky. I walk here- Below. Upon the untrod Path of St Patrick. Possession takes hold And a light is lit ahead. There are ripples- Upon a shadowy nighttime pool.
Sitting within my walls of glass. Hot cup of tea in hand. I wait for the sun to rise. Over this green and pleasant land. Each morning this week. I have welcomed the low winter sun.
As the baton of night is handed to day. I got up to watch it awaken. As dawn kissed the horizon it rose. Bringing the light, night is taken. With a warm hand it touches all.
I like to be on top, that's where I love to be. Not first in competition or sexually. Fell running to the top, of my favourite hill. Its like time surrounding me is standing still.
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