G. Hollis Humberson


March

Gazing into the robin egg blue sky
I think of you and begin to sigh
A beautiful day and even lovelier lady
I lay you down in the cool and shady
Grass so green and breeze so crisp
It blows your hair with hardly a wisp
Soft in texture and gentle to my touch
I think of childhood memories and such
Aspirations abounded with dreams to fulfill

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