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Springtime In the Meadows
Its springtime in the meadows… and in the sweet valleys fair… The Lilacs, and crocus are bursting forth, and blackberries over there. Spring is such a wondrous time to behold, flowers everywhere… Dandelions are up, and all blowing in the wind without a single care.
Looking at the dogwood I think of our Jesus on a hard wooden cross… There were beautiful, white, and pink flowers, dropping petals in the wild moss. The lily-of-the-Valley, streaking the hillside with white, all abloom… Reminding me of the sweet innocence of our Lords in a borrowed tomb.
The buttercups aplenty, showering the valley with a yellowish hew… The wild plums bushes are all white, and beautiful, in the sun, after the dew. Bees buzzing ‘round the meadow, gathering nectar for the honey to create… All the little birds are chirping in the treetops, looking, for twigs… a nest to make.
Tree frogs croaking down by the creek; makes me want to get a fishing pole… sit a spell… Oh my! If the fish are biting… “Twould be a nice, little place to dwell. Butterflies swarming… laying eggs on the milkweed and Queen Anne's lace… Bumblebees are a-swarm… on all, the flowers, but most on the sunflowers face.
Mama spider building a web for her babes, ’round and ‘round again she goes… When this journey ends it will be food saved for later… for the little bugs… woes. I like to come here to the Meadow every year in the cool of the spring… Usually I stay all day and I am prone to pack up a little lunch bag to bring.
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