Tropical Dawn

                                                Brenda Bryant: Cairns

SCENIC SUNDAY
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TROPICAL DAWN

After a night of steamy rain,

The tropical sun is pale

Rising over the mountains

Through a heavy, misty veil.

Soon there will be a burn-off

And an end to grey,

As the sun grows golder, bolder

And brings on a blazing day.

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A DIFFERENT SORT OF PASSION.

Passion makes the world go round. Without that primal drive

None of us, not a single one, would be, as we are, alive.

Body seeking body; an animal exercise,

Even though, as humans, we're advanced and pretty wise.

But that's not the only passion that makes the world go round.

Enthusiasm's 'passion', at least so I have found.

In our procreative days, bodily passion rules,

But the other passion takes over as the primitive passion cools.

And it's that very passion that makes living such a joy,

Once we're no longer taking part in that drama 'girl meets boy'.

I have a passion for writing; I'd have scorned that long ago;

'To think she calls that 'passion'! What does the old girl know!'

That passion, in the morning, makes me spring out of bed,

Eager to write or else to read what others may have said.

And that translates to an attitude of enthusiasm for all things;

A deep attachment to living that from a deep well springs.

How fortunate that, in old age, that bubble, bright and round

Is still there in the stratosphere, blowing happily around!

I sincerely hope I'll go on like this, in an youthful, giddy fashion.

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(As to sex, good gracious me! Did I call that passion!)

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