Dawn In The forest


If I could be an artist now... with all my memories...I
think that I would paint the sun... That penetrates the trees
... The sun that fills the forest at... The starting of the day
... When all the stars have vanished and... The shadows slip
away... The sun that seeks the flowers out... To make their
beauty bright... And sweeps the darkest corner with... A ray
of golden light... Because it is the symbol true... Of courage
in the dawn... And of the hope that faces life... With fears
and fancy gone... It is the hand that heals the wound... And
turns the clock of time... To draw us ever closer toward ... The
mountain we would climb.

James J. Metcalfe


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This poem is on page 15 of More Poem Portraits by James J. Metcalfe

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