SPRING HAS COME
by Ellen Irvin
by Ellen Irvin
Ah, well I know that spring has come!
Not heralded by noise of drum—
But singing birds and laughing skieS
Dame Nature's planning a surprise.
Sweeter the brook sings on its way,
Greener the grass grows day by day.
The pussy willows, I am sure,
Hang plentiful—a springtime lure.
Buds on the lilac near the door
Each day are swelling more and more.
I know that in the forest deep,
There blooms arbutus, pink and sweet.
t love to hear the piping frogs,
That Uvea up 'the meadow bogs.
Yea, spring has come, the passing breeze
ls scented with the freeh-plowed fields,
While planting season's just ahead
That makes for life and daily bread .
~ Bellwood Bulletin, 04-Apr-1946, Page 1, Column 1