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The daffodils are blooming
profusely ‘neath the trees.
Their Golden heads are held erect
all swaying in the breeze.
Forsythias abundant blooms
dance lively as a lass
Like ballerinas dressed in yellow
leaping through the grass.
lilacs waiting in the wings
are ready for their cue.
The birds are tuned up perfectly,
their lovely songs to sing.
And once again we listen
to the harmony of spring.

 

By Barbara Hayes Howell


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