Pristine and calm
Early in the morning
A fisherman prays for a catch
Birds swoop, looking for food
The sun not fully risen
A light breeze blows
Scattering ads from newspapers
Laying on porches
Too early for cars
On the country road
Leading into town
Soon, it will all change
The town will awake
Busy with activity
The crystal lake
Will come to life
Calm and pristine no longer
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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