It’s a grand morning now, <br />But it promises rain, <br />So let’s make the most <br />Of the hours that remain: <br />Let us pass by the pasture <br />And then stroll past the fold <br />To where wheatfields are smiling <br />With their bounty of gold. <br /> <br />It’s a grand morning now, <br />Not a cloud in the sky, <br />So let’s make the most <br />While the weather is dry: <br />Let us tread in the meadow <br />And then trail down the lane <br />While the sun is still shining <br />And there’s pleasure to gain. <br /> <br />It’s a grand morning now, <br />But there soon will be storms <br />So let’s make the most <br />Ere the thundercloud forms: <br />Let us trip through the thicket <br />And then stop at the copse <br />Where we’ll hide and seek shelter <br />From the first falling drops. <br /> <br />It’s a damp morning now <br />As the raindrops fall fast <br />But we’ve made the most, <br />And we hope it won’t last: <br />Soon the rainbow will cheer us <br />When the sunshine comes back <br />And, with joy, we’ll roam homewards <br />Up the time-trodden track.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-grand-morning/
