In the cool morning the sun rises.
Over the sleeping jungle lies:
Cold, still fogfrom the sun it flies
To wake the sleep of lonely night.
The parrots feathers shake with chill.
As through the trees the sun does peep;
To wake new life in things that sleep
And banish all the thoughts of night!
The tigers hairs stand up on end.
The monkey wakes to scream and shout:
The dawn has come. The sun is out!
Vanished now are the things of night
For dawn is only the reign of Light!
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Roger Young.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?