I don't remember for sure what caused this poem. But I do remmeber I was warming myself by a fire I had made with flint and steel before the sun came up. When I began to write this I was enjoying a cup of warm tea and listening to the birds. I was close to the fire but I could still feel the chill of the night air in the mountains.
Morning Thoughts
By the low fire warmth,
A cool morns dew.
My cup of tea,
and thoughts of you.
The birds, my morning greets.
The tea and memories,
A fine day this promise is
the sky like an exploding rose.
I shall in this memory be,
and thoughts of you my love.
So peace and rest the night did bring,
Today as on I travel.
Till this night I hope,
to home and heartland fire be.
With thee my love.
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