"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a Clod be washed away by the Sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a Promontory were, as well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."
- John Donne
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Joie de Vivre
We Sit here Waiting for The rising sun And breathing in joy With great lungsful Of precious Morning Air
12 comments:
we two.
...because nobody else is up.
Oh, I have often done it.. visit me to have a feel of another joyous morning.. Thanks for such a beautiful way of presenting the thought..
Beautiful picture complimented by beautiful words.
I like your word placement! And, yes, that air is precious.
What a joy for the senses it must be !
Please have a good new week.
daily athens
Beautiful! Not only the words, but the shape your words took, along with the gorgeous photo. Awesome. :~)
Good one..
about fish, chips, nothing much else
And do get aboard the Poetry Train every Monday mornings and thereafter!
beautifully spoken! And I love the picture~
i love how the spirit of this poem reflects on the goodness of life and the purity of early morning...
cheerful and uplifting piece.
love the spirits and the sunshine.
well penned poetry.
smiles.
Short, sweet & refreshing.
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