Dreams Still Grow
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Dreams Still Grow
Oh, once I felt the warmth of balmy Spring,
Breathed in the scent of blossoms, fresh and pure.
I thrilled to sounds of songbirds in the air,
While sprouting blades of tender grass appeared.
Upon the dew, my seeds of hope were cast,
And dreams grew in the magic days of Spring.
But now I feel the cold of Winter's snow,
The scent of blossoms turned to musty dust.
The chant of restless wind now fills my ears;
Green tender grass, long grown, has gone to seed.
Yet hopes lie buried deep in icy frost,
And bright, new dreams emerge to grow in snow.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Dreams
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 01/21/2018
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Contest No. 234
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 11/06/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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