Spring Poem by Barry Middleton

in spring the boy
would bring the first daffodil
to his mother

the garden would be plowed
and planted
with hope and confidence

when the chores were done
the creek would call to him
with cooling waters

the swimming hole awaited
the green trout fanned its bed
below the railroad bridge

spring is the beginning
spring is a memory of Eden
of a green and dappled valley

spring is the abundance
reminding us again
earth loves and cares for us