Arkansas Morning
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A gentle breeze brings perfume,through my window,
of Honeysuckle and Wild Rose in bloom;
Enticing me to look upon her beauty,
Virtures of the Morning Bride,in June:

Sweet music comes from birds,in celebration,
To signal that the Bride is close at hand;
Then morning fog rolls in to briefly veil.
The beauty,of the Bride,and here we stand:

Waiting for the first glimpse,as she enters,
Breathlessly,we watch her make her way;
Step by step,sweetly she entranses,
With beauty,that no picture,can portray:

Then Father Sun rolls back the fog,revealing,
The beauty of the Bride,beneath the veil;
And I the anxious Bridegroom,stands in waiting,
Eager to partake,of all the precious gifts,
she will unveil:
                                 ~Bobby Smith copyright 1999
                                           (3rd collection)

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