Springtime - Poem by Thistle Wargul
Snow-drops break the surface of the sun starved earth,
Bright yellow daffodils nod in the breeze,
Small green buds cover the trees, and the sweet smelling spring is here.
Robins build their nests out of small mossy twigs,
Thrushes sing sweetly in the sun warmed air,
Two collared doves make a perfect pair,
And a new spring comes with the new born lamb.
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