Come here rise with me <br />Mornings of the heart <br />Love is sweet and free <br />From the hours start <br />Given in to rise <br />Glowing new sky <br />Nowhere gray’s disguise <br />In its stepping high <br /> <br />Over clouds that drift <br />Every curtain line <br />Up and up to lift <br />To make new sunshine <br />Tangling the rust <br />On earth's field <br />Ages to coming dust <br />Stories are still wheeled <br /> <br />Through the open door <br />Every aspect goes <br />Riches and what they store <br />Wealth of green grows <br />Mother Nature’s thrill <br />Deserts sands that blaze <br />To new dreams fulfill <br />Your irresistible bright ways <br /> <br /> <br />*(The poem above was put up as it is, because I fell once in love with a poem called: <br /> <br />Africa <br /> <br />Written by Maya Angelou <br /> <br />Thus she had lain <br />sugercane sweet <br />deserts her hair <br />golden her feet <br />mountains her breasts <br />two Niles her tears. <br />Thus she has lain <br />Black through the years. <br /> <br />Over the white seas <br />rime white and cold <br />brigands ungentled <br />icicle bold <br />took her young daughters <br />sold her strong sons <br />churched her with Jesus <br />bled her with guns. <br />Thus she has lain. <br /> <br />Now she is rising <br />remember her pain <br />remember the losses <br />her screams loud and vain <br />remember her riches <br />her history slain <br />now she is striding <br />although she has lain.)<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-africa-while-i-was-there-in-the-desert-sands/
