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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Dawn Through the Eyes of a Child
[time] => 2003-05-15 00:05:00
[hometext] => A long time ago, as a child, I lived in a log cabin at the foot of a forestry tower in a place called Spring Knob, Kentucky. This is one memory.....
[bodytext] => Dawn Through the Eyes of a Child
Dim moonlight guides our sleepy footsteps From the little cabin where we live and up The tiny rise to the base of the tall tower. The gray, steel legs covered in cold dew. I put my hand on the steel, smearing the water And freezing my hand that I rub on my shirt Then begin to climb as Mommy leads the way. Up the chipped, white washed, wooden steps. Up we go, high up above the shadowy trees, We climb and turn and climb and turn until The last landing below the tower cabin comes. We sit there in the chill darkness and wait. Facing east I look beyond our roof and beyond The night shrouded hills to the edge of the world And shiver with cold awaiting the first red glow. It comes, followed by the sun’s golden arc. The horizon is white as the fog lies like the sea, Filling all the valleys as some ancient flood, Leaving only hill top islands above the whiteness. What wonder and beauty the gold, white and green. We sit for a while as the morning light finds us, The chill of the night now fades in the day, High over the land I feel like I’m flying. But now we must go as the workday begins. Frank Van Hoose May 14, 2003 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 333 [topic] => 25 [informant] => Ravan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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