Springtime Melt

All the treasures, the earth had stolen
Beneath the wintery snow
Out of reach, to bend beneath
A pocket full, below

The scrapper in me had won out, big time
Eye long, with the song of the crow
A fetching beak, for shiny coins
Jingling nest, of art nouvea

For all my friends, at springtime melt
The walks and the sparkling views
Are pleasant jaunts, sustainers bright
In these times, I think of You

By Kelly Sampson Griswold

Thank You Lord for your kindness
All the day through
Have a beautiful day friend

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