I love the morning light.
Why is every one lined up, you ask.
I am bringing fresh corn on the cob.
Every one rallies for a position,
ready for a treat.
Magic Man is on the bottom of the rung.
Broken Arrow ties for top.
Charme floats, depending on her mood.
The boss, Knot.
The light is perfect.
The corn is good.
Morning light makes even the backside look good.
