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The Dawn Piper - A poem


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THE DAWN PIPER

 

The piper at the gates of dawn

Welcomes in each new day born

He casts his gaze across the land

A golden pipe clasped in his hand

And when the sun’s first rays appear

He plays his notes so sweet and clear

He puts the pipe against his lips

And with his dancing fingertips

Produces tunes that ebb and flow

Bathed in the sunlight’s golden glow

With music straight from paradise

The squirrels and the woodland mice

Hear the sound of new day dawning

Floating through the misty morning

Frolicking with such delight

Safe from the dangers of the night

To hear when a new day is born

The piper at the gates of dawn

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