Springtime Echoes
Springtime brings the buds to life.
The echoes of days gone by.
Birdsong fills the air again,
and breezes softly sigh.
Oh! Where the ripening barley grew!
The echoes of long ago.
Meadows, streams and honey-bees.
Remember me when the breezes blow.
A memory now comes to mind,
echoing loud and clear.
I listen and hear your voice again
in the Springtime of the year.
Copyright © Patricia Firmin | Year Posted 2011
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