First Haircut - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Yard men coming;
Yard men going.
Yard men mowing
And blowing leaves.
Yard men scurrying everywhere,
Ministering to a growing world.
There are shrubs to whittle
And trees to shape a little
In nature’s first haircut
Ushering in the Spring.
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