It was on the banks Of the rushing stream Where wild mosses grew Plush, damp, and green That a tiny yellow bud Began to flirt Peeking a sunny head From drunken dirt Unwilling to wait For the sun to rise Higher and higher In a summer sky Singing birds confirmed Spring had arrived
May the luck of the Irish Bless you today With more than enough For all year to stay ~ Happy and healthy Perpetually free A wee bit o’ charm Forever will be ~ In the Irish hills Where beauty abounds Never stop looking ‘til treasure is found ~ Unexpectantly A rainbow touches down
It’s hard to see details Moving too fast Those special times That never seem to last Round and round Our lives never stop spinning Only to end Back at the beginning Unaware that time Has gone by too soon The sun has set Under the last new moon The fountain of youth Now fills but… Read More Spoon
Just yesterday I forgot where I’d been Asked where I’m going If not now, when? ~ Only Today I turned another page Counted lost seconds And continued to age ~ Maybe tomorrow I’ll find out why One day I laughed Then another day cried ~ In moments replayed Behind closed eyes
Instead of flying south Puff up your feathers In the everchanging New England weather ~ Whether a duckling Or a goose who’s old A merry heart Stays warm in the cold ~ Enduring through The harshest wintry freeze Until spring comes in As the gentlest breeze ~ Warming the metal ‘til it spins with ease
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