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Welcoming Spring

Come, letís put on
Our last yearís jackets
And old shoes, and skip
The mud puddles and
Walk in ragged grass
Left over from the fall.

Letís brush out our hair
And feel the warm,
Moist wind, the spongy earth
Left damp from melting snow.

The world is like a tramp
Roused up from sleep
By the warm sun,
Uncovering debris scattered
About through months of
Closed-in sleep
Beneath the snow.

Letís find a hill
To feel the wind
And share the new
And reminisce.

Letís find a sentimental
Song to sing.

Come out with me
And be a part of spring.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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