When Blossom Drapes The Orchard Boughs Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

When blossom drapes the orchard boughs
Like freshly fallen snow,
When sleeping lands begin to rouse
And slowly start to grow,
When daffodils do grace the way
And shine like burning gold,
It is indeed a fine display
When springtime does unfold.

When bluebells light the woodland floor
No better place to be,
Than when that ocean sweeps before
In all its majesty,
And when the hawthorn's dressed in white
And borders every field,
It fills my heart with such delight
To see it thus revealed.

When daisies in the meadow rise
And open in the sun,
And swallows swarm the April skies
I know that spring's begun,
And when the birds shall sweetly sing
From every branch and tree,
Each joyful note that they will bring
Shall mean so much to me.

When blossom drapes the orchard boughs
Like freshly fallen snow,
When sleeping lands begin to rouse
And slowly start to grow,
When winter's cold is at an end
And browns then turn to green,
Those precious gifts the spring shall send
The greatest ever seen.