Spring Offerings

I liked to take my baby brother And my little sister too And ramble in the countryside When the spring was fresh and new. We would take our Easter baskets And would fill them with delights Culled from the drifts of wild flowers, As part of our springtime rites. We would take our gifts to Mother And would hang them on her door. She would say that she had never seen Such lovely flowers before. She said she loved our floral designs Made from spring's first dandelions.