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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Spring What does spring mean to me? the shedding of winter’s coats. Scarves and obnoxious hats Freedom, to breathe god’s air. New life; new-born lambs gambolling along, nuzzle mums' milk The smell of freshness from open windows in the fields, the cows, sheep and horses frolic in grass covered in the dew of the morning chewing on the sweetness Trees and hedgerows their branches, once desolate and bare; now sprout sturdy, spurts of greenery pink blossom covers the leafy may tree while lambkins hang; a delight to see primroses open their petals out high, daffodils and tulips reach up to the sky wild roses bringing an early bloom telling us Summer will be here soon a flurry of birds tweeting their songs in harmony gather together to greet each other each different. sparrows, blue tits, blackbirds’ robins maybe? their feathers outstretched as they catch the current that sends them soaring over the skies; to join others, for a game of hide and seek, so, it seems, such a delight to see and hear their happy merry-making, with an occasional squabble and flapping of wings whilst parents hunt for twigs and foliage to make their nests as they prepare for their babies to hatch, in leaves unearthed for tasty treats and crumbs hedge-hogs; tired and sleepy; gently snuffle their snouts seeking titbits all round about the north wind and it’s non-to-gentle whoosh; dries mum’s washing flapping a cheery wave on the line in the bright spring sunshine children run free and wild in the yard after winter's confinement inside. Of all the seasons, I love the best, is Spring, new life, a new beginning For all and mankind.
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