Spring Song

Barefoot Spring
Flaunts her petals,
Sells her wares;
A new ride
Down the old school slide,
Back and forth the swings;
Little feet....Little hands:
Laughter, ever after, in the wings.
Barefoot spring
Sips the wine,
Dips her curls in emerald,
Eyes a twinkle with
Glowworms and fireflies;
Music and laughter,
Music and pain,
Whispered again to the wise.
And there is a moment
When nature is dumb.
There is a moment
When nature is tight-eyed and wary.
But Barefoot Spring
Is come and merry.
She sells her wares.
She sells her wares.

Copyright (c) Spring 1970 by James R. Hoye