I remember Spring
The flora and the smell
Scents that breeze would bring
And fun stories to tell
The tunes birds would sing
Of brawls and cowhand's yell
Pain as bee would sting
The prayers called by bell
Grains have not ripened
But ladies looked so well
Newer doors opened
Spring must have cast a spell
When I recall Spring
On things my mind would dwell
Happy songs to sing
And joys I cannot tell.
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A nice little story you told about your fondness for spring. Great flow. Spring is great! Thanks.