Sun Shine
Oh, the sun shines and the wind blows
the crisp, apple-wind, blows,
laughing through the half shorn tresses
of the sugar maple trees.
Oh, the sun shines and the shadows fall
like long gray mufflers, foreshadowing,
the wraps of winter winds
and frost on dawn's green grasses
Oh, the sun shines and the heart sings
full and ripe as the pie pumpkins
waiting to be picked
and the comforters calling from the beds
of cuddling children.
Oh, let the sun shine for it fills my soul
for when the dark of winter persists
I will remember this.
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