Breath of spring
Lifting white blossoms
Blanket green grass.
Trill of song birds
With their excited message
Spring is here!
Spring is here!
Glad flowers lift
Pretty faces to the sun
Shush whispers the creek
Listen to my story.
The clang of the tiny train,
The squeal of children on board
As it winds through shady glens
Brightened with shocks of pink.
Blossoms perfume the air
By Linda Ballou
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