Savour The Mornings

• Blake Peirce, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2014

Blink to the ray of morning.
Breaking sleep let out mighty yawning.
Fresh like hook caught fish, lively on chill.
Frost melting and sparkled mist, moves time like a gentle wind mill .
Every day is new with activity.
Except the stretch that comes with electricity.
Slow mornings bring soft movement.
Sinking all into motion like an oil tanker, yet independent.
Life brings stress, but we endure.
Losing to emotion, not to give for sure.
Can we power through as does a snow plough.
Crossing our obstacles, you know how.
Remember the mission we envy for success.
Release from hardships, the rest can you guess?
We all need water, air and association, which we all keep.
Without, though, deprived, diminished, destroyed our we, failing the mission for precious sleep.