The woods

by Douglas Malloch

SUNRISE

Some folks run to sunsets,

Some folks run to noon,

Some folks like the evenin’ best,

With its stars an’ moon.

Sunsets may be purty,

Noontime fair to see,

But the mornin’ I like most—

Sunrise time fer me!

Some folks like at twilight

Jest to set an’ dream

Of the day thet’s dyin’ there

In the sunset gleam.

What’s the use of cryin’

Fer the day’s mistakes?—

I’m jest lookin’ fer the time

When the sunrise breaks!

An’, if all the mornin’s,

All the days an’ years,

Bring me nothin’ thet I ask,

Bring me only tears—

When this life is over,

When my soul awakes,

I’ll be lookin’ to the east

Where the sunrise breaks!