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Spring
It is peaceful here in the garden
Feeling the morning sun warm the air
Percolating through leafy green trees
The dewy grass shining; surrounding
My little world of privacy!
And how peering eyes twitter and flutter
Among the dappling twigs along the verge
Where the golden bee hums and hovers
Over a curled glossy black heap,
That lengthens and stretches a pink-tipped tongue!
While clear against the splendid sky
Bushy tails skim the inky line
Through the sunlit boughs
Into a mesh of filtered shade
All in the spirit of an endless spring!
Beryl McMullen
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