Daffodils (For Rebecca Keatley)

I saw them growing In the damp squelchy soil Soaked and sodden With the rains that fell Over winter At first they shot out of The ground Green shoots unseen among The green grass But upwards they jutted Reaching into the sky as much As such things could Exploding into blooms of yellow Leaning over like bells Ringing out in peals of colour The joyous celebration we all Waited for eagerly Through the darkness of winter "Spring is here at last- ah Spring is here at last"

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