I actually took this photograph of an evening while sitting with the poultry, but on seeing it on the computer screen I was immediately taken back to childhood assemblies. The school had a large easel, situated in the corner of the hall, that housed the song sheets for our morning hymns. I used to love those sing-alongs, even though I was tone deaf and couldn't sing a correct note if I tried. One of my favourite hymns, then and now, was Morning Has Broken. It used to take me in my imagination out into the fields and woods where I longed to be, instead of having to spend a day in a stuffy classroom. When I look back at all of those beautiful woods and fields of childhood, it saddens me deeply to think that many of them are now under roads, houses, factories or shops.
I spent today making the most of the beautiful sunny weather so I am once again behind with viewing blogs. Many thanks for your visits and comments - I will catch up with you all soon. Hope you are enjoying the same beautiful weather and will join me in song - probably more tunefully than me!
Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, Eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day