The Sun was just about to rise,
'cock-a-doodle-do' we
heard the cock 's cries.
The Sun rose , turning
the sky orangish-red,
the children started
running out of their bed.
The birds came out
in a huge crowd,
their sound could be
heard clear and loud.
The water in the lake was still,
out came the birds, the peacock,
the kingfisher and the horn bill.
The breeze was still blowing cool,
the children had to rush
to reach the school.
It was morning ;the sun arose,
shining brightly above the meadows.
Came out the farmers into the farms,
the sun had started a new morning ,
again with its charm.
Khushboo Thakur (12 yrs), Mumbai
The poetry contributed by children, was published in Navneet Newshouse - Children's weekly newspaper (Vol. XV, Issue no.24 ) dated Novenber 06-12, 2010
'cock-a-doodle-do' we
heard the cock 's cries.
The Sun rose , turning
the sky orangish-red,
the children started
running out of their bed.
The birds came out
in a huge crowd,
their sound could be
heard clear and loud.
The water in the lake was still,
out came the birds, the peacock,
the kingfisher and the horn bill.
The breeze was still blowing cool,
the children had to rush
to reach the school.
It was morning ;the sun arose,
shining brightly above the meadows.
Came out the farmers into the farms,
the sun had started a new morning ,
again with its charm.
Khushboo Thakur (12 yrs), Mumbai
The poetry contributed by children, was published in Navneet Newshouse - Children's weekly newspaper (Vol. XV, Issue no.24 ) dated Novenber 06-12, 2010
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