Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Just around the Corner


Well folks, it’s once again that time
The year has traveled to the end
Just around the corner
We wait for springtime to begin

It’s been another journey
Some bad and yes, some good
But watching for those early buds
Is clearly understood

We’ll wrap it up real soon
The year we’ve traveled on
A new and exciting tomorrow
We’ll sing a different song

We wait for the fresh new tulips
To present their colorful selves
Bulbs were planted everywhere
Like from little garden elves

Yes, our life has come full circle
And aren’t you glad it does?
Familiar and so comfortable
Like a long lost treasured love!

Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2007
Edited: Friday, February 25, 2011
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