Jeffrey Hull
Friday, September 22, 2006
Sunday Morning
© 2006 Rick Lee All rights reserved
Jemimahs on the griddle,
Fat bacon in the pan;
No Sunday morning riddle–
That's how please a man.
As fog burns off the hollow
The moon goes off to bed,
And sleepy stars soon follow,
Far ridgelines blushing red.
A moment quickly fleeting
To drink the breaking light,
Then wash and off to meeting,
And singing time tonight.
The Sabbath chores are calling,
Won't wait another cup;
I'll have to quit my stalling
And hitch the horses up.
© 2006 Jeffrey Hull
posted by Jeffrey Hull, 6:50 AM
