Full Many A Glorious Morning Have I Felt Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The roguish golden sun kisses the hills
And lustred meadows feel the warming touch
The gilded streams respond with sleepy smiles
And protestations that won't count for much;

There is glory in the morning rising
The over-glowing form ablaze with lust
Entering the folds without retiring
Mastering the mounts' half-dreaming trust;

This is the stuff of lazy holidays
Crisp white sheets and sparkling Grecian isles
Honeymoons and stolen getaways
Hours lost in making love as timing stills.

And now aroused the sun brings fond to mind
The all-triumphant splendours such unruly lovers find.