Oh, this spring of sound as I rounded the hill
Merry pops and bubbles
Urgings and celebration all at once
A front row seat to a concert
of red-winged blackbirds.
I wanted to cry
it made me so happy.
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Family faces are magic mirrors. Looking at people who belong to us, we see the past, present, and future. ~Gail Lumet Buckley
Nice poem Mary! We have many signs of Spring snowdrops,crocuses, and pussywillows! Love the change of seasons! Linda
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