I stand welcoming the rising sun <br />IOn the Myakka Prairie where morning's just begun. <br />The landscape's flat for miles around, <br />Silence, for it's miles to the nearest town. <br /> <br />And then the first noise you hear <br />Is a calf crying out in fear <br />That the cow has gone far away <br />And will not be here at break of day. <br /> <br />The freshness of the morning dew <br />Welcomes the senses to judge anew <br />The smell of new cut hay <br />That just yesterday, the sickle lay. <br /> <br />With the brush of a gentle breeze <br />Sweeping the grass and distant trees <br />Stirring the cool from the past night <br />With a new warmth to delight <br /> <br />And, then a bursting on the horizon <br />As the sun begins arising, <br />Colors beyond description <br />Cast a glow of redemption. <br /> <br />And you know that this is the place <br />Where mankind lives in blissful peace <br />On the Myakka Prairie, far from town, <br />Where man and nature are of one. <br /> <br />s<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-juan-olivarez-a-distant-sunrise/
