Spring Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- SPRING-

Have you ever gotten up
on a morning
in the Spring,

And heard the birds
a chirping and the steeple
bells aring.

The lushness of the
greenery just glistening
with the dew,

And the sky so soft
and cloudless and
so very very blue.

The gentle dampness
in the air just makes
you want to sing,

With every ray of sunshine
New hopes, with it,
will bring.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 4-15-1977