| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Other >> ID #1405287 |
| |||||||||||||
|
My Spring
My spring is soft and flowing As the warm winds through my hair Its newness is sharing What my God has to share He fashioned all the flowers He sent the Spring rain To give the Earth a shower To water all the grain He painted the sky Most calming blue He directed the birds to fly And the sun to shine for you My Spring isn't complete Until the end of the day When the school bus I meet Then listen to my children play
© Copyright 2008 Ida_Matilda_Wright (UN: writing_life at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Ida_Matilda_Wright has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |