Out In the Bay
Spring has arrived in the land of the Celts
Purple crocus appears as snow and ice melts
The dawn chorus heralds a new season for all
The maple tree bare but still standing tall
Out in the bay small boats appear
The threat of winter storms finally disappears
Seasons change, like the turn of a wheel
As another begins for the house on the hill
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