2002
Linda Patterson, Aged 14
Gilford, Northern Ireland
The Wonder Of Spring
As the sun gently kisses the mountain,
And the wind softly rustles new leaves.
The light floods free through the valley
Accompanied with the humming of bees.

The blue rivers waters now turn to gold,
As they travel their path onward through the valleys of old.
The willow tree reaches her arms to the grass, inticing the flowers to emerge at last.

The tall deer runs wild with his great head held high,
Through lush forests of green,
Seeming to fly,
Runs off into the distance until he's unseen.

The wise old owl hoots as he fly's home to his nest.
And I wander on through the valleys and trees,
As softly and surely,
As the steady spring breeze.

© 2002 Linda Patterson - Contributed in March 2002

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