Sunrise 7

He walked down to the waterside
When he was twelve of years,
Awash in nescience and pride
And dreams of new frontiers

And there were gulls, and mourning doves,
And fishers organizing --
But when you're only twelve of years,
The sun

Is always

Rising

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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