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Apr 17
Spring has sprung; the seasons are transferring
From cold to warm that people are preferring

The bright sunlight is comforting and healing
A new season is beginning and people are smiling

A brand new young couple; refreshing and appealing
Sitting on a park bench; they're kissing and co-mingling

Look at the fine young lady; she's looking like a queen
Her dancing and prancing has him on a string

Look at the fine young gentleman; he's looking like a king
In a few months time, he will offer her the ring

In the backyards of houses
Barbeques are roasting; people are toasting; to the daffodils that are blooming

The sunlight is drenching; the pond water is sparkling
An old couple at the park are strolling and meandering

At the pond waters edge, they stop at her urging
She takes him by the hand to stop his fidgeting

They embrace each other close; meshing with feeling
Oblivious to an audience who is cheering and applauding

At the park bandstand, the band starts to sing
""It don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing ""

People are dancing, laughing, and churning
Those who are hurting and still soul searching

Find them inspiring, accepting, and reassuring
Now they took are dancing, rejoicing, and heart mending

There is no time for whining with winter time waning
The season is changing; mother nature is proclaiming

In the palms of our hands are the hot dogs we're munching
Restaurant patrons are eating and drinking

The birds they are soaring; the ducks they are swimming
The brand new mother in the park; she is nursing

The skateboarders and rollerskaters; they are coming and going
The colors of the trees and flowers; they are captivating

A beautiful girl in the park is walking
The boys are girl watching; the old man is winking

The joggers are jogging; the chalk artists are scribbling
Everything spring offers is all eye catching

For too long, my winter mindset has been day dreaming
Soon I will get out and I will be engaging

Springtime until it will be time for rearranging
To summertime heat when I will be crave....

Air conditioning.......
Written by
James Huston
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