The Morning Glows (an inspirational poem)

Down in the golden valley...
Down in the golden valley...
Here the air is so cool and rare...
Here the air is so cool and rare...
The dawning and the sun spreads its golden arms...
The dawning and the sun spreads its golden arms...
The lord watches and smiles...
The lord watches and smiles...
Big fish await us each with open mouths...
Big fish await us each with open mouths...
Bright day coming on...
Bright day coming on...


As the great sleeping sun awakens and is soon to stretch its golden arms,

Across the mountain tops, down through the dale, releases all its charms.

The sleeping giant greets the dawn, in its bright and ever sparkling light,

Shadows now cast, as these not to last, by the rising ball, that's so bright.


Down through the beautiful green valley, within depths, nearest the glen,

Speckled trout all swim, to shimmer and glisten, as a new day begins.

My heart is so light, at the joyous sight, not a worry or care to endure,

The earthen smell, casts its fond spell, in an air, so cool and so pure.


With my first cast, a big fish to blast, my small hook well hidden by its fur,

The colorful feathers that I tied there so snug, in its catching, not to deter.

The large trout so pulls on my tightened line, in every inch to so strain,

As I land the grand prize, I soon realize, my morning was not spent in vain.


Now, with each trout I catch, I release, as I fetch, all's freedom reserved,

Never shall I deprive, others to arrive, at such wonders, so conserved.

Each fine breeze, to waft through the trees, strengthens love of this place,

Our God on high, in a marvelous blue sky, watches with a smile on his face.


The morn all aglow, good tidings to bestow, makes a fond treasure, so rare,

Every man or small boy, each sister, to enjoy, natures delights so fine to share.

Outside in the sun, as each day has begun, a weight of life's trials, not to bear.

Released in the scene, in our senses, so keen, life's worry and pressures, to spare.






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Where the air is so pure and beckons us each to come and share...
Where the air is so pure and beckons us each to come and share...

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bravewarrior 22 months ago from Central Florida

Whonu, this poem makes me think of my brother. He's been tying flies since he was a little boy. Now he ties flies for salt-water fishing. They are absolutely gorgeous and the local fishermen in his area swear by them!


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whonunuwho 22 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend. I feel the need to share of what means the most to me sometimes, besides family, whonu


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Faith Reaper 22 months ago from southern USA

Oh, what a lovely title to a most inspiring poem! Wow, your art is always beautiful, and I especially love that first painting here. I do not believe I have seen that one before.

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God bless and peace always


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annart 22 months ago from SW England

Beautiful portrayal of the dawn, whonu. I can see and feel the sun arriving and refreshing nature. Lovely!

Ann


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pstraubie48 22 months ago from sunny Florida

This calls to mind many days of long ago when my Daddy was so engaged. I grew up on the waters and all things 'fishing' were a huge part of our lives. And many beautiful dawns and sunsets adorned that part of our life down by the sea

Angels are on the way to you this afternoon ps Beautifully expressed ...

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whonunuwho 22 months ago from United States Author

Thank you so much for sharing this and your kind words my friend. whonu


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MsDora 22 months ago from The Caribbean

The early bird catches the fish. Sounds like the day is off to a great start. Beautiful lines!


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BlossomSB 22 months ago from Victoria, Australia

A beautiful poem and lovely pictures. Dawn is the best time to go out, before the wind has wakened.


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whonunuwho 22 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my dear friend and blessings. whonu


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jhamann 22 months ago from Reno NV

You have found a perfect rhythm in these lines. Is this a greek meter that you are following I need to scan your lines. Beautifully written poetry. Jamie


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Perspycacious 22 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Bass are fun to catch, too. I never have, nor have I ever tasted bass, as so many have. It looks as if I have more great experiences to experience with some morning's glow.

Best line? I liked the sun "spreading its arms" and also the line "The earthen smell, casts its fond spell, in an air, so cool and so pure."


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whonunuwho 22 months ago from United States Author

My thanks to Jamie and Perspycacious for your nice comments. whonu


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Eric Flynn 22 months ago from Providence, Rhode Island

Wonderful work here Whonu, voted up. I am taking up fishing as a hobby this spring and this poem is an addition to my inspiration.

EWF


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whonunuwho 22 months ago from United States Author

My friend Eric, fishing has helped to save my life and given me such a joyful past time over the years. Hope you enjoy your time on the water. whonu

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