Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Is it Morning Time?


A little boy stirred in his bed
His room was quiet and bright
Was it time to get out of bed?
It looked like warm sunlight

Climbing out of his bed
And creeping down the hall
His mum and dad were still asleep
So he knocked upon their door



Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play
Go back to bed, it’s 4 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

The little boy opened his curtains
And saw all the birds a chatter
This must be the dawn chorus, when
Our feathered friends all have a natter 

Turning his head to see him
A bird said with a smile on his face
Nobody normally joins us
Welcome to our special place



Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play
Go back to bed, it’s 5 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

The little boy went to the garden
To see what else he could do
He noticed a newly spun spider’s web
All freshly covered in dew

Water drops sparkling like diamonds
A home woven like lace
The spider looked up from her breakfast
And said welcome to my special place



Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play
Go back to bed, it’s 6 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

Sneaking across the lawn
A fox was just going to bed
Giving the boy a wink of his eye
He said come follow me instead

The fox had a den in the garden
A warm and inviting space
A little fox cub came up to the boy
And said welcome to our special place

Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play
Go back to bed, it’s 7 o’clock, it’s too early to start the day

Looking into the sky
The little boy noticed the moon
Sitting there right next to the sun
As if they were in the same room

Staring hard at the bright moon
He thought he could see a mans face
The man in the moon turned and gave him grin
And said welcome to our special place



Mum, dad, it’s morning time, can we get up now and play
Yes we can, it’s 8 o’clock, the perfect time to start the day

He thought back to all his adventures
And the friends he had met in the day
He knew the perfect time to get out of bed
But he wasn’t about to say

Not sure if his parents were joking
He jumped on the bed just in case
He snuggled up with his mum and dad
And whispered this is my special place

(c) Mark Sage, 2013

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