Spring 2007
Blue sky, dull grass, new birds
They all come together my place
Big lungs, wide eyes, thought girds
Am looking all ways for that trace
Rake leaves, sweep walk, clear branch
Smelling the fresh that is Spring
Wond’ring, what might, be chance
Of finding that wonderful thing
Oh there, bright green, fine spot
Removing the old foliage cover
Old stuff, mat wet, Wint’ rot
Lifting the sheet like a lover
Tis it, not one, lots more
Bravely stand ready their gift
In clumps, mult’plied, ga-lore
That always oh heart mine uplift
Just flow’r, small one, no vase
Leave it in the ground there forever
Leave it, love it, good place
Enjoy it’s design oh so clever
The crocus
The crocus
Up out of the ground
The crocus
The crocus
None better is found
Joseph
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