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Spring Fever

’Tis Spring (this is the real title, which I am unable to post this way in the title heading) Rejuvenate! ’Tis spring. Cruel winter’s lost its cling. We wake across this earth To welcome its rebirth. Give praise and with a joyful voice sing. ’Tis time of spring. Rejoice! Reverence with glad noise. In flowered meadows meet To dance with merry feet. Bring lutes, flutes, drums and resonant voice. Reflect. Again. . . ’tis spring. Robin’s on the wing. Lean upon a fruited tree. Hear the drone of honeybee. Breathe the bloom of lovely lilac sprig. ’Tis time. Reconcile. Greet each creature with a smile. As Christ for us bled tears To banish our worst fears, See everyone as God’s dear child. ’Tis season to re-grow. Heed nature’s lead below. Each gift you have to nourish Must be shared to flourish. Replenish bounties God did you bestow. For the Love of Nature Poetry Contest of Carlton D Kennedy

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.

Copyright © jacque lee | Year Posted 2007

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Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart their thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad

Copyright © robert johnson | Year Posted 2014

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The Butterfly Whisperer

As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the sun-lapped fields.
There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
and plenty of flowery yields.
Listen for the sound of Spring's delights
and welcome back each creature.
On outstretched arms butterfly alights;
we admire each colorful feature.
Slowly it flits and flies away
only to widen it's wings.
Back it comes to flutter and sway;
In the distance a hummingbird sings.

There's a scent in the air so sweet and clear
like the nectar in each flower.
Sunshine and new life brings us cheer;
Spring delights in it's power.
Butterflies are wandering free;
landing on outstretched arms.
They're a beautiful sight to see
we whisper to their charms.
As we wander the meadow we disappear
into the arms of April and May.
Singing out so sweet and clear
we glory in each longer day.

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Breeze

The trees are awaken by the soft blowing spring breeze, they are stretching their branches out as to welcome us back, the birds gently land as they start to serenade them with their beautiful songs.

The Spring Breeze blows gently as we step walk in natures bliss, we too are stretching our arms to take a deep cleansing breath, we have been hibernating deep in our cocoons that kept us warm and snug, now we must unfold ourselves and let our beauty be seen, as like a butterfly we too must take flight.

The ducks, seagulls, fly overhead, sharing their stories as we listen to them squawk, flying in unison in a flying V. Wherever are their journey has taken them, only they know. 

The Spring Breeze blows harder this time, I know this is my sign, that summer is coming, and the clear blue skies will paint its own tapestry for us to enjoy, all together again, in Minnesota style with smiles, laughter, and natures special way.

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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Oh Spring

Oh spring, the fickle things you do
You tease with sunbeams on the face
And when at last  we shed our winter coat
You bring a shower, or maybe two...

Oh spring, you are so full or sweet surprise
You bring the blooms budding on the branch
You blow the breeze soft  upon our cheek
And bid us hear the lamb that cries...

Oh spring, yours a rainbow ore the hill
A time of lovers glances and sweet romances
And sounds of children's laughter in the air
For us you grow the greening grass, the daffodil...

Oh spring, you we welcome now with open arms
We with winter hearts that long to beat anew
You give us hope and feed our hungry souls
How easily we are subject to your charms...

Spring, stay with us awhile and wash away our winter blues
Until we have gathered strength and bid you a fond adieu..

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Fever

There! Hills tell each other, the listening valleys hear In full choir the earth hails approach of spring The winds kiss the perfumed garments of her Her morn and evening breathe scatter, life swings. Across the land, come spring, string my guitar. An old song dancing through the pines, No words to the haunting melody The forest laden with sound from glens entwined Voices of streams and trees linger endlessly The forest sings to spring mystical music All things turn green and colorful Tulip festivals abound everywhere unique. Here on my garden the lovely spring pops up Each flower and herb on earth’s breast. I feel the spirit of loveliness stirring up, With dreams to live up after wintry rest.
========== March 6, 2014 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Ballad Third Place Win Contest: Spring Fever by Poetess Darkly

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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The Wish

She wanted to hear the seagulls shrieking by the bay
 and walk through gentle raindrops on a grey and foggy day

to see the purple crocus spreading across the hill
 and look into the faces of every daffodil

to see the cherry blossoms floating through the skies
 like a mad excited frenzy of paper butterflies

but the winter land was black and white
 and snow was everywhere

so back she went to wishing land
 curled up in her chair

Copyright © valerie bellefleur | Year Posted 2015

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The Tree

                                            The Tree

Through the foggy mist of a new day dawning
Appears a huge tree, awaiting the birth of another winter morning.

All that remains is its bare branches stretching toward the sky
And an old abandoned nest, left by its owner who traveled south so it wouldn't die.

The tree appears lonely but somehow full of hope
As if it knows Spring will come which enables it to cope.

A few months have gone by and the faithful tree is still there
But now it's consumed with excitement from its first breath of spring air.

It seems new life has come to the tree within a blink of an eye
It now stands picturesque, full of lavish green foliage set against the baby blue sky.

It waves its branches proudly with the breeze as if to show off its features
Which also seems to serve as a welcome sign to all of God's little creatures.

It appears to be much happier, now that its friends are back once again
Cradling brand new birds' nests and providing shelter during the rain.

The little squirrels also take advantage of their most generous host
It seems they like chasing each other up and down the tree's trunk the most.

The tree is now bursting with activity
With all of God's wee ones living His promise of love and longevity.

All through the summer the tree takes pleasure as it continually strives
To serve as the best meeting place for everything that creeps, leaps or flies.

Full of contentment, I'll bet the tree lets out a happy sigh
Every time it watches a baby bird learn how to fly
Or whenever a caterpillar turns into a pretty butterfly.

I often wonder if the tree truly understands
The major part it plays in God's circle of life simply because it stands.

Fall has now arrived and the tree appears sort of saddened by the sound
Of its first leaf gently falling to the ground.

All of its friends begin packing it up as they gather for a big revival
That's when the tree wishes them a safe and happy journey as they head south for their survival.

The tree bids each one farewell and says loud and clear
"To each God's speed and have no fear
For I'll be waiting right here when you come back next year."

It is now winter and a year in the life of the tree has come full circled once more
Although lonely, it is bigger and stronger than ever before.

But I know not to feel sadness, especially for the tree's sake
For in God's plan, He makes sure even the tree gets a well-deserved break.

Copyright © mary singletary | Year Posted 2015

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Outback Spring

Poppy can you tell me, just one more, 
About the seasons, you say there are four
The old man in his rocking chair
Smiled at his granddaughter, oh so fair

Tell me please about Spring,  
It seems to make spirits sing.
She begged as she climbed onto his lap,
His memory turned to a younger chap

Before I came to Queensland’s Outback
He began; I lived beside a Welsh coal stack
There when winter’s grip firm and bold
Relinquished, a world of beauty does unfold

Birds again begin to sing
Green shoots from the earth do spring
A rhapsody of brand new life
A joy of colour, and far less strife

We have only two seasons here,
And then not even every year
When they come, the wet and the dry
Both in excess will make us cry

In the dry we pray for rain
Yet when it comes it floods the plain
Then we pray for it to dry
And we watch our cattle die

Poppy, the child said drawing near
I guess, we are really lucky here
All the people long for Spring again
Yet we have it after every decent rain


Copyright © Huberta van Akkeren | Year Posted 2014

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Refreshing time is spring time 
To see new growth appear
Amazing colours take my breath
Sweet spring time is finally here.

To see the mass of snowdrops
A carpet white like snow
The daffodils and crocuses
The colours seem to glow.

The beauty of this season
Is more than words can say
Just sitting in my garden
On a gorgeous spring time day.

Copyright © LEON WILSON | Year Posted 2014

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Spring fever

Emerging buds a sure sign,
Young shoots new growth,
Walking through fresh skin,
Springtide or spring fever!

All life close to revival,
Plants flower and leaves grow,
All colors of Mother Nature,
Meet again at fever pitch!

Hidden springs of consciousness,
Rebound with inspiring showers,
Enthusiasm short lived but contagious,
We meet in sweet spring, spring fever !!

Now entered for "101 contest" by PD A 

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014

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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.

Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012

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Spring Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors 
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans… 

The memory shrugs so many years 
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own

   On May the first, a small bouquet
   We would rehearse, a verse to say
   To spread come spring, then run away

Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern, 
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew, 
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom

Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles

       On May the first, a small bouquet
       We would rehearse, a verse to say
       To spread come spring, then run away

Timid knocking on a door
 “Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast, 
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes

      On May the first, a small bouquet
      We would rehearse, a verse to say
      To spread come spring, then run away 


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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The Overture of Spring

The explosion of spring is heralded by the sound
of the golden trumpets of the daffodils
Playing an overture to Spring
Listen, you can hear the robin as he trills  loves tune 
making a nest ready for the eggs she is carrying
The tuning of Spring

The buzzing insects, as they start a long day, 
The babbling brook as it tinkles by
The grassy banks by the rivers side 
with it's many worms ventilating it inside
This is Spring
So colourful a picture, flowers of delicate hue,
sky starting to look fresher, with it's many pockets of blue.
Beginning of Spring

Many a girl and boy, walk and run by, 
hand in hand, heart 's racing, why?
Cos it's spring.
By the summer their hearts might have strayed
For now it is Spring.
Life is full of beginnings never ending.
Joy of now never descending.
Let's sing about Spring everlasting love pretending.
The overture of Spring

Dated march 8 2014

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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One More Spring

There are many and many of springs I have seen.
How many more springs to be?
While the winter wind blows and I'm freezing my toes,
spring can't come too soon for me.
The first little snowbells are raising their heads,
so small but exceedingly bold,
each playing it's part, announcing spring's start
and bravely ignoring the cold.

Wee was the hummer come sipping today
at the feeder I'd filled to the brim.
He's an early scout for all flavors about.
I am glad I was ready for him.
Tree buds are swelling and early bulbs dwelling
and stirring in their winter beds.
For spring they are yearning and the sun's brighter burning
will fast make them bring out their heads.

The sights and the sounds and scents of springtime
are appealing to all of my senses.
New lambs are let out gamboling about.
They are barely contained by the fences.
I have lived through the winter and it seems there will be
at least one more springtime for me.
I will grab it and savor, thank God for the favor
that I'm here with one more spring to see. 

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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spring rain

The spring rain, I hear it's song, 
The spring rain, It covers my pain,
The spring rain, I welcome it's cold,
The birds, worms, butterflies, all come around,
To bathe themselves in natures fresh flower tears,
I feel so alive, so made new, yet I shiver, not sure what to do.

The Spring rain, I hear the sounds, it is hitting the sidewalk one drop at a time,
Can I please pause the clock, to enjoy this moment? 
Where is everyone going in such a rush?
The birds are singing me a song, the hummingbird is flapping it's wings,
It is bathing in the waters of our fresh water pond, the grass will surely be green and lush.

The Spring rain, not everyone is welcoming its cool breeze, 
But I am happy, to sit in its presence, for it is bathing me in New found love,
Mother Nature made the rain, sun, snow, to show us that there are many seasons, to enjoy in life, to help us see that we should slow down, bend down, go barefoot in the sand, the mud, to feel the wet, cold sand, between our toes, for when our time is up on this earth, we can know that we danced in the cool, spring rain,  we danced with laughter, love, tears.. For if you can only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all..

Copyright © Jennifer Donnay | Year Posted 2015

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Gates of Spring

The hard cold road of Winter ends
At green meadowed gates of Spring
As dove's wings flutter feathers bend
And birds once again want to sing

Sun's warm eye has opened anew
Giving its glare to every seed
The cool gray skies finally changed blue
Cold rain rumbles to fill a need

Rainbows appear and cross the sky
And wear colors of varied hues
Fog rises from Nature's Spring sighs
Lays on soft bended grass as dew

Birds on wing limb to limb at ease
Whistle a melody for mates
Butterflies float on the warm breeze
With colorful wings that stimulate

Winter ends at the gates of Spring
Meadows turn lush as flowers bloom
Spring's symphony strikes its bow string
Nature bows with a colored plume

For the contest Spring Fever
sponsored by Poetess Darkly

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Spring Fever

I went for a walk one Spring day

The sun was shining up above

As I strolled  with my friends

Soon to meet my one true love

Dressed in jeans and a jacket

Almost thought whether I should

Buy a pair of hiking boots

When I bumped into my one true love

My friends had walked on up ahead

While I wondered whether I could

My kitten heels had stuck in the mud

When I met my own one true love

He rescued me, my knight, my saviour,

He lifted me above the flood

Instantaneously a look in each other's eyes

Never to part from my one true love

Copyright © theresa stephens | Year Posted 2014

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I recall the cool light of the shortest days,
and the darkness of the longest nights;
I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze,
even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
smelling flowers that are all mine!

March is warmer than February as days get longer;
I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer:
leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies...
while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
dreaming of sunrises to opine!

I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies
to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute?
I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth,
and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face?
Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
observing lilies that climb and entwine!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2014

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The Promise of Spring

When my hair was tied in two tails I frolicked about the warped trunk of a willow As the cicadas serenaded in the summer’s heat The tree held me in its low arms I watched nature pulse I tasted nothing but joy in those days Capable of comprehending nothing but euphoria Jade orbs gazed through rounded windows perched atop my nose At nature bleeding hues of yellow and red The willow was a stunning cadmium to match the craft that took me away from it every morning The craft would transport me to an alien world Here I was an ashen duckling among daffodil chicks Who marched in line with them but would never fit their puzzle Dancing seas of anticipation Gazed through a porthole thirty-thousand feet above the land Far from my willow back home Colorful ants scurried through paved corridors Their destination I will never know A fraction of a day spent before arriving in paradise Our slate craft ferried us across the crimson bridge To a frigid shore To a community of boats and potted plants To stone monuments that dwarf the largest breathing creatures To conifers the size of skyscrapers A hug’s expanse could not surround the trunks of these giants Now vacant spheres stare through the window Lungs fill and deflate, heart pulses Numbed mind Yet still living A girlish figure has melted to porcelain curves Porcelain white to harmonize with the feathery puffs descending outside the window Pallid digits trace invisible figures on the cold glass The willow’s painted leaves have long been gone Buried far beneath winter’s glass and delicate veil The winter is long and lonesome The epitome of sunless silence Obsidian clouds meet ivory snow; the world plunges into a monochromatic stillness But the numbness of winter refuses to last for an eternity Its grip will soon be broken by The promise of spring

Copyright © Shannon Elizabeth | Year Posted 2017

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The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014

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Sing voices sweetly sing 
sweet voices sing.
for all the earth is listening,
to voices sing in spring.
Nature dresses in a fresh new gown,
with colours of a rainbow crown,
sweet voices sing

Mother nature is nurturing the Earth
covering Her with a blanket of green.
while a nightingale sings a melodious song on top of a cassurine
Sweet voices sing

The sun bird sings and the wind god blows,
and the mighty sea lashes its wave ashore.
A song of music together they play,
like a choir of harmony, high and low.
Sweet voices sing
Its spring, its spring, its spring

- By Lorna Malla

Copyright © Lorna Malla | Year Posted 2017

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Put Your Ear to the Ground

Complexity comes in the simplest of forms-
Sounds all around us continually speak 
When the spring equinox is nigh-
Children at play, screaming glee to the wind
Sliding down slides, landing with a thud.

The cry of seagulls enjoying a free dinner
Whilst beach goers forget their leftovers-
The lapping of the waves, purity abound
Draws every human like a magnet, as if 
Still secure within the Mother’s womb.

Sit in a meadow of grass, listen close
There is a microcosm of sounds to adore
A snake slithering into his hole in the ground,
A cricket jumping, an ant colony busily working
The scratching of a mole, digging blindly, crunching
on insects- appetites galore!
Sweet Spring! a time when the newborn are learning
and the fertile earth renewed- 
Listen closely and you can hear their progressive journey
To earn their wings and leave the nest.
A colt’s awkward run, the fledgling bird
flapping for all it is worth. 
Frogs chirruping in the night, a fox
stealthily seeking it’s prey. The owl warning
of advancing predators, just so he can
greedily take the deceived rabbit as his own.
Listen close as new life begins all around
Invigorating spring abounds in sound! 

Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010

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Prevernal Melody

Politely pirouetting drops:
They pitter patter on,
In sync with round, pink, tiny toes
In rosy hazy dawn.
Soft droplets flow like mother’s milk
So calming, creamy, sweet;
She nourishes the greens that crave,
Who feed like tweeting beaks.
Fresh greenery blooms, awakening
With vibrant vivid hues:
Euphoria for buzzing bees,
Completing spring’s prelude.

Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014

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Dakota Skies Part 2

Earlier than usual, for the pigs have broken free from their pen,
We are allowed to quit the milking because someone must get them.
The excitement of getting to be with her sets us to a run
But when we discover the pigs, we know that it is done. 
From the woodpile we gather two-by-fours with which we lay into 
The backs of the wild beasts because it is all we can think to do.
They had formed a circle around her, pushing and pulling her pain
Her hind legs were strings of blood and bone, little did remain.
With curses of Christian children we hurled into the wind 
We chased the beasts away from her, beating them for their sin.
Though her cries had quieted to whispers, she was crying still 
And this time we cried with her, for we knew the what will.
Mother, we asked for the gun, but father was not home.
Mother, we asked for the knife, but the good knives would not be won.
My brother made me wait inside so I ran to the kitchen window
And perched myself on the sink, pulling the curtain low.
He sat with her head curled in his lap in the shade of the old tree, 
Crying into the warmth of her neck and then to set her free
His small arms around her neck and his unanswered cries 
Echoing across the plains and through the cold Dakota skies.


Copyright © Rosann Fode | Year Posted 2014

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Song of Spring

Song of Spring

Rejuvenate! It’s time of spring,
creation’s sweet rebirth.
And now we need not feel the cling
of gloom upon this earth.

It’s time for thankfulness. Rejoice;
in flowered meadows dance!
Praise God and lift a happy voice
with fellow celebrants.

Refresh yourself. Dip hands and toes
into a rushing rill.
Feel sun on skin as water flows,
and let your soul refill!

A time of reverence too. Recall
how Jesus paid the price
and gave his life to save us all,
the greatest sacrifice.

Reflect!  Behold the blossomed trees.
Inhale the fragrance of
the lilac’s sprigs; hear drone of bees,
and ponder Christ’s great love.

A time to start anew. Revive!
Along each mountain slope,
the earth bathed green has come alive
with beauty, life, and hope.

for ten hour/ten day hymn/song contest by Deb

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

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A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
Her mother in despair,
A broken heart
No one could repair
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you

Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007

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ballad to spring

ballad to spring.

For little robin, red breast,
On my spade, you sit.
With bobbing head, and twitch of tail,
As another season now say's farewell.

In the bracing chill skip, sprightly,
On this sun-drenched day.
Look up towards the heavens,
And be thankful come what may.

The coming days grow longer,
With life refreshed anew.
As flecks of white and purple,
Permeate among the dew.

Erupting upward shards of green,
With heads in saffron gold,
A multitude of trumpets play,
Herald forth as spring unfolds.

Under tip of twig now freshly dipped 
In a cornucopia of greens.
In waives that crest, where bluebells rest,
And one can sit and dream.

For nothing say's that spring is here,
More than posies clutched, and garlands fare.
A chick, an egg, and the mad march hare,
The wild of youth without a care.

© N Windle 20017

Copyright © nicholas windle | Year Posted 2017