Folklore

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The sunrise...on the mountain
Cast its spell...of shade and light,
As it 'spoke'.... "NEW DAY IS COMING!"
And the darkness...took its flight.

All was quiet around the 'homeplace'...
Hens and roosters...fast asleep,
Soon to start their day's 'recital'....
With its 'crowing'...'cluck'...and 'peep.'

Sudden movement...as the 'grownups'
Start another day of chores.
Mom is busy...in the kitchen;
Dad's work takes him 'out-of-doors.'

Soon the coffee's nois'ly perking,
And the biscuits have been made.
Hogs are 'slopped' and milking's finished,
"Gather eggs"...the hens have laid.

Youngsters...unaware of motion
Caring not...that day is near,
Sleeping soundly in the bedroom;
'Sandman' sounds are all they hear.

'Neath the covers...warm and cozy,
Bodies cringe...as "Time to rise!"
Echoes through the open doorway
Taunting puffy....sleepy eyes.

Pleasant dreams are interrupted,
Thoughts of 'rest' come to an end.
It is sunrise...on the mountain,
When life's rituals begin.

Coffee's aromatic blending;
Other odors that entice....
Bacon sizzling in the skillet,
Apples laced with tempting spice!

True...the reveries....were shattered,
But...THEY'RE only...transient schemes,
While the sunrise...on the mountain...
Opens up life's....greatest dreams!

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