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About This Poem
Nature's Morn
Raindrops dancing in the wind
Kiss soft buds betwixt the thorns
Roses drink while robins sing
Awake, they join in earth’s new song
Ushering spring, Mother Nature’s morn
Blades of grass stand tall and lean
Amongst the corn sowed in tender fields
They yearn for the warmth of golden sunbeams
Splicing through rain, increasing yield
Soft rain and brilliant rays in Nature’s wield
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02/08/12
"English Quintain Spring Day Contest"
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