IT’S SPRING
Snow’s melted on the hillside; the days are far less drear
Poking through the brown earth, flowers now appear
Robins are returning, singing their cheery song
Insects will be buzzing ‘round the blossoms on the lawn
Nature is now yawning, awoke from winter’s dream
Green grass has started growing; at long last it’s Spring
Sue Ikerd
3-1-03
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