On fragile wings the skylark soars <br />up to the heights form whence he pours <br /> his early morning orison. <br /> <br />He greets this day and every day <br />as if his duty is to pay <br />his respects to the risen sun. <br /> <br />This feathered songster fills the sky <br /> with liquid flowing melody. <br />To the delight of everyone. <br /> <br />Who has the wit to listen to <br /> the skylarks song forever new. <br />Before the fleeting chance is gone. <br /> <br />I choose to rise from my warm bed <br /> to tread the dew wet grass instead. <br />To hear his morning orison. <br /> <br />While slug a beds still sleeping lie <br /> deaf to the glorious harmony <br /> of sky larks singing to the sun. <br /> <br />24-Feb-08<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-skylark-for-m-lady-ernestine/
