It’s Morning by Libby Hathorn


It’s morning in the city

The traffic tells me so,

Horns and grumbles,

Brakes and rumbles,

A dizzy song in the streets below.

It’s morning the city

My window’s all aglow,

Red roofs, tall spires,

Lego-block high rise,

A thousand city shapes all on show.

It’s morning in my city

The sun has let me know,

And the call of the street,

Has me on my feet,

New day is the place where I want to go.

Source: Talks with my skateboard: A  Collection of poems by Libby Hathorn.  ABC, 1991.


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