The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - Prairie Morn Awakening, 1863
Prairie Morn Awakening, 1863
by
J. M. Hallett
Dim’s the light comes shining
Through eiseny window panes
Still, that dawn’s light, amber
Makes somehow modest gains
And lights our hard-dirt floor
Lights too our dugout’s sides
Slips o’er our bed of silken straw
Like a fearful child might slide
To finally rest against thy face
And assault thine sleepy eyes
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