
Summer Mornings By The Sea
by Eliezer Grinberg
“With the break of the morning
the little houses on the hill surrender
to a rush of wakened foam
a sleepy lantern moves on a far corner.
But at daybreak –
when sun rays touch the greening planted rows
when wind gives wild chase,
and twists around the garden cuttings,
when doors and windows are lit up by sun,
a rooster starts to crow a song of praise:
doves begin to murmur,
a bird pecks among the branches,
a sparrow in his nest sings joyfully,
and all go out to seek food before they rest!…”
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Don’t I wish that I was sitting in one of those yellow chairs, watching the sea.
How do East Coasters live parted from the sea? I can’t imagine.
Love this poem about the world waking up…just read it to my husband…He said, “It really doesn’t do anything for me.” MEN! So glad we aren’t all alike. Thankyou for the post…Balisha