Do not wake me with morning tea,
My sleep is deep and I must dream
of celebration and a quickened sea.
Though steamed black with milk I see
china cups set in the mottled sunbeam.
Do not wake me with morning tea.
Scones and sausage and the Earl to be
served with melted butter, not lean
of celebration and a quickened sea.
Walking in the early morning a chilly
day to hike the hills and meadows keen.
Do not wake me with morning tea.
A tablecloth pressed and bleached,
sifted flour, spoon of honey, brie.
Of celebration and a quickened sea.
And you, my love will fry eggs in ghee
and set a tray on the bed, but this is key.
Do not wake me with morning tea,
of celebration and a quickened sea.
Nancy Canyon
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