the house wakes up, one by one
words are sparse and soft spoken
the predawn hour calls for quiet purpose
softly everyone prepares
“everyone’s responsible for their own equipment”
words from years ago live on through the generations
the cars roar to life in the darkness
the house is left in the dark, waiting for day
the mountain calls
I could picture this morning or preparing. What a pretty photo. I hope you’re enjoying that wide open space, fresh air, and family! ❤️
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I love the quiet in the preparation! I hope the day is lots of fun.
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You’ve captured the early morning so beautifully. Enjoy!
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Beautiful poem! I love the last line.
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I could feel the slow, quiet start to this exciting day!
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It is amazing to me how so few words at times can create a vivid image in the reader’s mind. Well done!
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