Grace R. Baldwin Poems

I saw the robins in springtime,
As dawn came shining through.
I was awaken, by their presence,
As the earth soaked up the dew.
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My own Bible is what I need,
It's my prize for selling garden seeds.
I ordered my seeds, with pennies and dimes,
Back in the twenties, we had hard times.
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I'm not going to cry today,
Over the things I failed to do.
I'm going to sing a song,
And let the sun shine through. I'm not going to worry;
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