Looking For Spring
We too have waited for the spring,
with great anticipation.
Looking for each growing thing
with eager expectation,
and without trepidation.
Our normal spring so filled with glory,
With fields of luscious green,
an outdoor conservatory
in no other season seen.
Rains have washed it bright and clean.
I love the days of springtime
when butterflies take wing,
The vines with early flowers climb
and songbirds stop to sing.
But all is changed this spring.
In our adjacent county
a mile and half wide slide
took homes and lives as bounty.
So many good folks died.
And many more have cried.
It was early in the morning,
two hundred folks in bed,
the slide came without a warning.
They're buried and they're dead.
The mountain has been fed.
Written 3/25/ 14
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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