The Golden Morning- A poem Written By Me!

THE GOLDEN MORNING

As I walk up to the window sill,

I see the rolling hills;

The morning sun spreads a

Golden glow;

Which is beautiful but slow.

Out of the room I stalk,

For my morning walk.

O’er the marshy fence

I go;

O’er the plains

Which are very low.

And as I run hither and thither,

I cry for joy;

For The Golden Morning is Here!