Saddled in new green
They straddle the pathways
Bridled ready to dance in wind
Neigh a springtime scene;
Gnarled old wizened oaks
Point every way to here
And the blossoms by the roadside
Sing it oh so clear
Spring has come again,
Now winter grey's not here.
Wistful and nostalgic. A lovely welcome to spring.10 for you. Kind regards, Sandra
Nice job, very pictorial. I just wish the view outside matched your words, sigh, it is cold, windy, and snowing again...T
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lovely...reminds me of England