Sunrise-Sleeping in the cold

The morn sun wafts above the horizon,

The red dawn peeps at the sleeping world

The rich sleep indoors while the poor sleep

Out doors! I see the gypsies lying out

In the cold, out in the open, covered by

Single blankets worn so thin!

Wonder, I, how sleep the poor so

Deep? Then see I the peeping fingers

Of dawn bathe the sleepers in warmth of

Love and affection; while sleep the rich

Bereft of the warmth of dawn, tucked in

Blankets that warm no more!

I see two children sleep on the ground,

Wrapped around each other for warmth!

It brings tears to my eyes to see such

Love and affection in children so poor!

But to see such love in children who

Sleep indoors is rare!

For the dawn Sun showers his blessings

On those who’d accept them, but to do so

Requires sleeping on the ground, or life

Out-doors! For to appreciate the warmth of

Dawn in Winter needs one to be cold,

Not wrapped up in electric blankets indoors!

I smile to see the poor lying out on the ground,

Wrapped in blankets bare, gypsies without

Homes. The world is their home, and the

Generous Sun their protector. And I share,

The blessings of God’s Sun for I walk

In the chill of winter, feeling the heat of the sun!

Now and then the mist curls in, rolling over,

Those sleeping in the cold, the blankets

Drawn closer to beat the cold! But, then the

Munificent beams of the rising sun strike

The coils of mist, banishing them away,

While the poor lie sleeping and dreaming.

They have smiles on their faces, of a Fairy World,

Away from the world of cold. I smile too, to think

Of the sun so kind that he gives sweet dreams

To those who sleep in the cold! And so wonder I

about a world where the rich sleep indoors

And the poor outdoors, and all are happy!

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