Nine Thousand Thrill
F-ifteenth March is fine,
E-arly light causes much mirth;
L-et the morn make happy
Y-our beautiful day of birth.
D-ark dusk has just turned
I-nto a dawn shining bright;
N-o more mist, haze,
G-ray clouds and rain in sight.
L-ook upon the wide sky
A-bove the mountain and hill;
S-ee the amazing rainbow
A-s it brings
N-ine thousand thrill.
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2017
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