Poetry Competition Entry: Dawn



I wait upon the dawn

Innocence astounding

Like a very young fawn

Jumping, joy abounding

And alas but slow

A breaking dawn

With a holy glow

Comes the morn

The winter’d oak

Whose bare branches

Accept the cloak

Yellows, reds, oranges

Doth greet the Father

His welcome rays

Provide for larder

And ferns and grass and sprays

So comes another day

And He lights our way


By Draco Ravenhead

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