SPRING 

The sky is grayish blue
and the leaves are greening now;
the fence posts are silent
with roses growing 'round.
The field is freshly plowed
and the corn is peeping through;
the trees lift up their proud limbs
of blossoms fresh and new.

Oh! on some blissful morning
when the Spring is everywhere,
with dancing elfin fairies
and robins in the air,
I'll take my paint and easel
down by my grandpa's lake,
and there amidst God's beauty,
Spring's picture I will paint.

Copyright 1948 Ruth Gillis

(Written when I was a mere child)

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