During the heat of the day,
When all the world is working,
Each brow is perspiring its own way,
With lunches in oven,
Floors being cleaned,
Nurses making their daily rounds,
For the hundredth time that day,
Drivers in their trucks,
Slamming their palm down on the steering wheel,
Walkers walk the concreted path, with heat coming up.
Each and every one has that moment,
That dip of time to hollow out,
Before day turns into afternoon and
Drags out til evening comes.
Its the morning, that beautiful period of the day,
When the sun is still cool,
The grass is still wet,
The birds are like glimmers in the trees,
With their songs echoing the night well lived,
This is the day.
This is the day that the Lord has made.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Eastern Sun on Boston Fern Claremore OK
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