Beautiful Sun

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    Beautiful Sun

    Sun shines o're my shoulder,
    River glistens from it's light.
    High cliff walls are full of splendor,
    Tall trees make day like night.
    As I sit here with nature
    I think of all I've seen and done,
    As I sit here with nature
    I see my life has just begun.
    I'll be free,
    As the wind whispers through the trees;
    Like an Eagle soaring through the air,
    No despair!
    For today is the first day...
    What a Beautiful Sun!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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