I am delighted to share with you a poem sent to me by 
Patricia Hammill on my recent birthday. Patricia penned MORNING, her first poem, in 1956 when she was nine years old and lived in Wenatchee, Washington.
Patricia reveals in this poem what will be a theme in many poems written during her life and published previously in the NESTER. In addition to experiencing nature, Patricia becomes a participant in what she is expressing through her poems.
Lorelie
WENATCHEE WA BACKYARD BIRDS
MORNING
Patricia Hammill
When ‘ere the Morning sun comes up,
And birds are on the wing,
When morning dew is on the grass,
My heart begins to sing.
I love the noontide heat,
And when evening shadows fall,
But morning is the time of day
I love best of all!
CREDITS:
Writer: Patricia Hamill
Editors: Lorelie & Tim Olson
Photographs: Toni Olson, Keith Olson, Wild Birds Unlimited
To read Patricia’s previously published post, GROWING OLDER TOGETHER & VOCABULARY DRILL – click here
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