A Morning Song

By D E P Dennis

If you get up early and go into the marshes

You can see the dew on the creatures of the dawn

Watch reed stems tremble in the softest of breezes

Let your heart sing praises to that bright summer morn.


Back in the old world there’s fighting and bloodshed

But here in the marshes sleeps peace, like a fawn.

Watch the cob guarding a clutch of new cygnets

Killing and gentleness – why your heart’s torn.


Who are we really, just beasts of the forest?

Killers who prey on the weak and forlorn

Or do we have sanctity somewhere inside us

Not killing but love is why we were born.

The inspiration for A Morning Song

The inspiration for A Morning Song

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