Holus Bolus
Every morning I try to get up on time,
sometimes I get up to see the sun shine.
Sometimes I wake up to catch the last drop of dark,
or watch the last drop of rain trickle down the tree’s bark.
Some mornings I find it hard to wake at all,
until from under the covers I force myself to crawl.
I can’t stand being late in the fresh morning air,
don’t want to rush through the weather, so fair.
But most mornings are different, I take joy
that all at once they walk to school, every girl and every boy.

All at once.

Written by Sophia Deverell