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Spring Time

Spring Time
Spring is here at last in all its beauty and slender.
Tall Pine trees with their branches spread wide
Sway gently in the warm winds
Leaving a sent that if fresh and pure
Creaks now thawed, water tricking over the shallow rock beds.
Fall leaves floating as they work their way down stream.
Birds are chirping in the early morning sun.
Squirrels chattering on branches of tall spruce trees
Frogs croaking in a near by pond
Buds on trees waiting for new leaves to appear
Soon the wild roses will fill the air with there delicate scent
Tiger lily’s lady slippers bluebells and ferns all patiently
Waiting for the rains to begin
For only than will the forest come alive
And new life will begin once more


Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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Posted: Tue Sep 1, 2009 10:48 AM CST