Rays of sunlight spray gently through

And glisten on the morning dew

Again a sleepy haze is made

Caressing every subtle shade

The birds sing high up in the trees

Their song carried on a whispy breeze

The sky so blue without a cloud

Now free of winters icy shroud

Oh what joy for me to stand

So proud upon this British land

I thank the Lord that I was born

To witness this amazing dawn.

©Catherine Turner-Joll

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