To Touch The Morning Of The Spring - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
To touch the morning of the spring
And breathe its gracious air,
The wonder that the flowers do bring
With colour everywhere.
To hold the blossom in my hand
Adorning cherry tree,
The view across this April land
No better sight to see.
The waves of yellow daffodils
Which light the countryside,
And grow upon these rolling hills
That reach so far and wide.
To me each one such joy does give,
For these the days I'm glad to live.
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