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Details | Haiku | |

Sweet Fragrance of Spring

.

                      Grandma's vase waiting
                     on Mother's lace table cloth
                         for lilacs to bloom




_____________________
Inspired by Carol Brown's 
Haiku Waiting for Spring contest


Details | Couplet | |

If Ava Lu invited you

   Spring tea,I'm invited
you are too ,'cause she's decided
underneath the willow tree
served a little after three
  baby bear and kitty cat
sit  right where they've always sat
but now she's put us on the right
beside the zebra black and white
  they're already stuffed you see
from eating cookies at spring tea
she has pots and pans to clean
from all her baking in between
doling out the china berries
"Don't eat them ,they aren't 
really cherries".
She makes cookies out of sand
a little water and they're grand
she will scold you if you're late
she meets you at the garden gate
escorts you to your special place
she has icing on her face
from the cupcakes Mommy brings
to mix them in with all those things
the leaves and acorns on our tray
   Spring Tea gets better every day
When you're almost,nearly four
you learn to serve,you learn to pour
just think how boring life would be
If not invited to SpringTea.


Details | Sonnet | |

MEGAN'S HIT - the Baseball Sonnet

      MEGANS HIT - the Baseball Sonnet
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"

I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!

I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!

    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
(the umpire was my Daddy, in this game.)

I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!

"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!

   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"

The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!

I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!

   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!

The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!

The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"

   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!

The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!

I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me!
        
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Villanelle | |

The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.
                    


Details | Couplet | |

Easter Picnic

A is for ants, they love a picnic too!
B is for birds, you may have to shoo

C is for cake, maybe tangy lemon or spice
D is for drink, cool, preferably, lemon on ice

E is for Easter, the best time for a spring picnic
F is for flies, uninvited, they come and make you feel icky

G is for garden, an ideal place to sit and eat
H is for happy children, munching on treats

I is for icing, the frosty lemon topping     
J is for jazz, this music can be mellow or get you hopping      

K is for kite, huge, colorful and climbing high
L is for loud laughter, that travels sailing by

M is for memories, make them joyful together
N is for no, a word you shouldn’t say to Mother

O is for orange, gives a refreshing aroma when pared
P is for pies, very easy to make and share

Q is for quilts, handmade, in many long hours
R is for rings, like crispy sweet onions dipped in flour

S is for Sunday a good "picnicking" day
T is for tart, rasberry and coconut on display

U is for under, below a big tree, a cool spot for shade
V is for vitality, borrowed from sunshine at any age

W is for walking, a good thing to do after a meal       
X is for xylophone, an instrument little brother plays with zeal     

Y is for yellow jackets chasing the smell of sweetness in air     
Z is for a Zebra picnic blanket of black/white stripes, colors always in pairs 
~*~ 



I have always enjoyed picnics in spring with vibrant green grass and all things new.  I have a daughter, sweet as can be.  Picnics can be fun, so if you have  little ones, they grow up so fast this may be one of those times to make good memories.   



Details | Senryu | |

Spring Cleaning PS

What are you stewing?
Please take out your trash before
it takes over you.


Details | Sonnet | |

Megan's Hit

        MEGAN'S HIT
There on the deck, I took a practice swing
tormented in the possiblity--
then hope was dashed--I found no hope to bring
up to the plate, when Ump cried out, "Strike 3!"
I was the last to bat--in this last game--
just oh for three, my record said it all!
And in the dugout, faces all the same,
the looks of gloom! Just waiting for my fall!
I took my place, right up there to the plate.
Out on the mound, the picher grinned at me--
as if he hoped to make my swinging late,
or throw me one--I couldn't even see!
    He'd walked a batter, waiting on first base,
    to tie the score, if we'd get in the race!

                    II.

"No girl can hit!" I heard the catcher call,
and echoed from the bleachers was the same,
we made our stands, the umpire cried "Play ball!"
and then I vowed to get us in the game!
I gripped the bat, the windup came too fast!
As did the ball, but where it should have been!
"Strike one!" the umpire yelled at last--
The fastest ball that I have ever seen!
"She'll never swing!" the catchers words for me--
then threw the ball out to the pichers hand!
While out on first, my runner waits to see
if I can swing, or only make a stand!
   Right in my face--the picher scouled a bit--
   while I choked up--and readied for a hit!
   
                   III.

All set to hit--I made it then my dream!
and came the ball--I could not swing at that!
"Strike twoooo!" the umpire made it scream,
then said to me, "You've got to swing the bat!"
The bat it weighed a hundred pounds or so;
"She'll never swing," the pichers eyes did say,
With that he gave his very best, I know!
I glued my eyes--as it screamed straight my way!
I never saw the hitting of the ball!
but won't forget the cracking sound of it!
Nor know again the feeling of it all
of this my very most important hit!
   The sound it made--that ev'ryone could hear--
   a batters dream--but pichers' greatest fear!

                   IV.

The ball soared hard and high past second base!
then seemed to drop so slowly from above,
as quick as I could get us in the race,
I watched it bounce right off the fielders glove!
The tying run was just ahead of me!
Ole "Never-Steal" now ran like not before!
And right behind, fast as my feet could be 
I gave my best! And then I gave some more!
The crowd gave out the seasons wildest plea!
As I yelled to the runner just ahead,
with all the grit that I could find in me,
"I'm going in! And if you stop--you're dead!"
   Ole "Never Steal" was giving all he could
   and on his heels--I made my promise good!

                V.

We saw the ball come by as rounding third!
Not once a hesitation in it all--
and as the umpire watched without a word--
he swept his arms, to make the tying call!
The score was tied--third baseman set to throw--
now ready at home plate, the catcher stood--
and through it all--my only thought was GO!
but if I did--I'd have to make it good!
I knew the ball was thrown down to home plate!
The catcher poised, and glued where he should be!
I had to slide, and heard the ball hit late!
"She's SAFE! She's SAFE!" my Daddy yelled to me! 
    Now layed to rest--our coaches greatest fear--
    the only game we won--throughout the year!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Burlesque | |

Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


Details | Ballad | |

Rescue 911

Look after Joe our mother said
We promised we would do it
She needed a break from all of us
And went out of town for a visit.

It was the spring of '93
The blizzard had ruined my place
So Sam was helping clean up my yard
Little did we know
We'd soon be red in the face!

I went down to check on Joe
He asked me to regulate his shower
I told him I'd do it later
And asked if he could wait an hour.

An hour passed, then two
We were busy with what we were doing
We forgot Joe needed a hand
And was sitting, waiting, stewing.

When I remembered to go back
I found it out of my power 
For Joe had taken matters into his own hands
And was stepping out of the shower.

You adjusted the water, I began
Oh no Miss Emily
I could not do it myself
It was that nice policeman.

Where did you find a policeman
Out here in the sticks, I cried
Knowing in my heart something was wrong.
Easy Miss Emily, I figured it out
I needed help, 
So I dialed 911.

I was horrified, afraid they would think us bad
For neglecting our uncle that fine spring day
Too busy to give him what he needed
Scared they'd take him away.

Oh no probem Jane
The man said when I called
We understand what happened today
Just tell Uncle Joe if he does it again
That out of his pocket he'll pay.

Our mother was not happy with us
But eventually thought it great fun
That Uncle Joe took matters into his own hands
And for help, dialed 911.


Details | Haiku | |

MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


Details | Couplet | |

The coming spring




I can touch buds on spring flowers as they open to greet the sun
Smell a sweet scent in the breeze, as the darkness starts to run 

feel on my cheek  ray's of the sun as life emerges from their bed
I taste the salt from my tears, GONE, is that what they said? 

If come spring my time on earth, should be ended with one word
I will do my best for family, to teach reason and spread your word

How do I teach family of my knowledge, hope God will please employ
How can this man teach his family, when he has lost all hope and joy?

Can the only one on earth to love or share this sorrow with be you 
Lost like falling leaves of spring, moving only when a cold wind blew

Realizing I'm caught between dying and dead just as these leaves
No happiness or joy just asking why, when, what or if I have to leave

Make good use of this man but, children dying take hope from this old boy
grand-child can't live, why should I survive without love, hope and joy?




Death is a thief of a child


"If spring is all the time I have to finish teaching what I know 
I'll teach what I can of life to my family without shedding tears"


Details | Senryu | |

Spring Break -Part 2-

I had the best Spring Break yet!
Spending time with
Family makes me happy!


Details | Rhyme | |

My Start To Spring

The snowpack is finally thinning
The sun has reappeared
The days are getting longer
Spring is in the air

We have finally turned the corner
Warmer weather is on the way
The children are all excited
as they head outside to play

We'll celebrate St. Patrick
putting Irish on display
bagpipes will be playing
in the first of many parades

A green river will be flowing
as will many pints of beer
Today we all are Irish
throwing racism to the rear

We have finally turn the corner
the day I think of spring
families are reunited
letting our heritage sing



**Today is the first of six Irish parades and festivals celebrating the Irish in the Chicago area...the Chicago river will be dyed green...it has always meant the start of spring to me**


Details | Lyric | |

Spring flower

Spring flower.

A spring flower blossomed gaily 
In the year of 0 0 two
As Jakob entered all our lives
And a ladies dreams came true
Her love it was unfolding
In this joy that she be holding
That turned her life and made her all brand new.

He had a face of beauty 
I sensed the Buddha there
As all around that little room
Pure love was everywhere
And life it whispered to me
So warm and tenderly
This gift be yours, to love eternally.

Life whispered to me gaily 
“this gentle child be born
To heal those ancient hurts in you
With the love within his form”

I held him to me gently
With all the love in me
As I gazed into his little face
So warm and tenderly
And I said “my love, I give to thee
Yes I will love you endlessly
My love it be until eternity“.

26 August 2002.




Details | Free verse | |

The art Of Spring

Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by

Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul

Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory

Fresh water arises with the scent 
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all

The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist

He


Details | Haiku | |

Peaceful Spring!

Greetings to all women: it's a peaceful spring and sky,
And mirthful homeland of people and children, they smile
And say: Jane, dear mama, thank you!


Details | Ballade | |

Early Spring Rain In Doylestown

      EARLY SPRING RAIN
To watch the sky begin to fill
with clouds that roll and pitch until
all Heaven seems so black and bleak
then lightning makes a sudden streak
and blows the southwind at its will.

The air so fresh it brings a high
as I breath in the falling sky
and darkened all of space now seems
engulfed in thundering that screams
and makes the world think it could die.

The first raindrops now hit the ground
the joy of it is all around
each budding leaf breaks through its pain
now free to come out in the rain
and here is love that's seldom found.

Now falling fast and falling free
blown in the wind that has to be
the rain sets in and for the night
a steady rhythm cool and light
and lulls to sleep the grief of me.


Details | Epic | |

Spring Is In The Air

I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything

I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now

Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot

As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom

As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes

And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!

The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...

Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee 
and enjoying great ''wise tales''

Spring is in the air... 

--Shirley Sibley 


Details | Rhyme | |

SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM

      SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Night Sweet Spring

Nature’s springtime end has come,
The hold on life has gone,
Blankets of every color and shade,
Covering the land as springtime fades.
Goodnight sweet spring,
Goodnight to you,
And all of the beauty of life,
In time that you do.

The harvest has come in,
The birds have all flown south,
The chill that winter brings,
Begins to blow from winter’s mouth.
Now as the blanket’s colors begins to fade
And the nights become longer,
Spring takes the blanket from the trees
And covers all of the land in deep slumber.

The warmth of a long sleep,
The trees mark the scene,
A promise of rebirth to keep,
Bringing back the deep color of green,
And every flower and tree,
Goodnight for now, goodnight sweet spring,
I look forward to your return,
And all the beauty of life,
That your return does bring.


Details | Sonnet | |

Early spring first green

Months  passed Absence He  had gone to war
Polished bronze bowled rapidly along the road
Walking  along  a  path  through  a pine  forest
Spots  of mud drips of  rain  pressing  buttons
House design  exquisite in  classic symmetry
Red  stone glow  warm contrast to a  grey  sky
Outlined  within  framework of  their silhuettes
Subtle familiar rose perfumes meet and greet  
Loving  glazed eyes warm smiles kisses hugs
Exchange of presents  wrapped  and ribboned
Tears  fell  tracking  a course down her cheeks
Dancing  muse  darling   Aunt   wonderful cook
Lamplight  struck  red highlights silken tresses
Kettle  whistled on stove  Pot of tea on the table


Details | Free verse | |

The Sprout family venture forth

Ignatius Sprout pushed himself to the surface

As he was the foremost elected leader

Followers, Bamber, Gottre, Bovis and Night

were all reluctant to escape their prison

None could remember how or why they were trapped

Bamber's head popped out, flapping his long green ears

Ignatius frowned down at his friend's reluctance

"Up, Up," he demanded co-operation

Bamber slowly blinked, adjusting to the light

Being bumped firmly from below, he hopped out

onto the grassy green, dew wet, riverbank

"Ah! Ah!" beamed Ignatius, pumping Bamber's  hand 

"It's great?" indicating the Spring countryside

Bamber grunted, mopping his perspiring head

From the hole came Gottre followed by Bovis

Excitedly, the twins jumped giving high fives

Then started prancing about shouting in glee

"Humph" said Ignatius loudly, "you two behave"

Gottre and Bovis did not heed the rebuke

They were obliviously sniffing nasturtiums

And playing hide seek amongst the dahlias

"Where's Night?". questioned Ignatius rubbing his head

Which started itching from a pesky midge bite

Bamber crouched down low and hallowed down the hole

They heard Night's squeaky voice asking them for help

They all hunted around for a creeping vine

The pain of Night stretched their ingenuity

But they managed to lift him by small degrees

Binding his ankle with a soft cabbage leaf

They all ventured forth to a new adventure.


Details | Pantoum | |

Springtime Memories and Wishes

As the sweet scents of spring envelop the cool air
I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce

I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive

A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
I also see those days when we turned on each other
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers

I also see those days when we turned on each other
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers
As the sweet scents of Spring envelop the cool air


Details | Cowboy | |

Spring Part 3 Prose Poetry

	The subject was dropped, but when Billy went out on the next run I 
was with him.  And sure enough, there was number thirty-nine proudly showing 
off her precious little boy. Billy just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.
	Oh how I love spring!  The renewal of life and memories.


Details | Narrative | |

Spring Cleaning

  I'm so sorry about what happened
can you hand me one of thse garbage bags
full of that winter?
I'm a lot stronger than you dear and I don't mind 
the smell.
why didn't you tell?
now he's dead and I can't do anything
would I have?
well I don't know
It would have really
caused a lot of trouble wouldn't it.
Let's just take these out to the curb
and it will all be taken away.
watch out  don't drip any of that 
on your brother
you know he has a weak stomach
squeamish
look it's dark,so dark outside
too dark for this
let's take these back up to your room
just for now
you know we can put them in your 
Hope chest until the garbage runs next week
take out those old dolls and teddy bears
you're too old for that stuff now anyway
aren't you dear.
you should not have kept so muchof this
for such a long time
that's why it smells so bad
it's your own fault after all,isn't it dear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Heaven in the Spring


I wonder if Heaven has seasons
Do the robins and bluebirds sing?
For I can only imagine
What Heaven's like in the spring

I'll bet there's flowers of every color
And the Tree of Life's in bloom
The air is filled with a Heavenly fragrance
Eternal Life's perfume

A cool spring breeze fills the air
Coming from the Crystal Sea
The River of Life seeks it's path
That flows eternally

I'll walk through Heavens Gardens
To see the beauty that lies within
With Jesus as my tour guide
I can't hardly wait to begin

Heaven in the springtime
Would truly, be a sight to behold
As I enter in those Gates of Pearl
And walk the Streets of Gold