Spring

Spring came down the lane,
And it was yesterday.
I slowly lifted up my eyes,
And saw the lambs at play.

And drawing just a deeper breath,
To warm up all the chill.
And letting out my lungs expanse,
So I could have my fill.

There's ointment in the clean, fresh air,
That floated in the breeze.
My footing braced against the earth,
So I could feel at ease.

To hear the rustle of the wind,
Borne lightly past my ear.
So much that every sound is heard,
That spring is near.

Yes...spring is near...and earth,
Dries off her face.
She weaves a beautiful tapestry,
And decks herself in lace.

E.P. 1908 - 1989