“Dawn Song,” read by Steven Searcy.
Dawn Song
by Steven Searcy
Mist in the west.
The east glows red.
Tired grown-up heads
lie still in bed.
Young hands and eyes
arise to play
with thumping feet,
to greet the day.
About the Poet
Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he earns a living working as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has been published in Ekstasis, Reformed Journal, Fathom Magazine, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, and The Clayjar Review.
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