Herrick Gives A Eulogy Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

She dances again when there's springtime breeze
but once would swim in waters clinging grip
all her dives, her glides, were likewise fluid ease.
One expected mermaid hidden at the hip.

And she still dances in the springtime breeze.


Now she's dancing on morning's April hill
but once liked hiking the ranges all around.
While sleeping under starlight, sweetness was the still
hushed world. Nature's silent love throbbed sound.

And she still dances in the springtime breeze.

So she's there dancing and green swarms move;
yet the striving season seems a kind of pain;
but to survive and return anew will prove
that not one life shall simply cease in vain.

And she still dances in the springtime breeze;

and turns, she as flower, each petal as a wing;
the year flies, it flies, but first it needs \to Spring.