Spring's Fever
The sunset glows
And I wiggle my toes
In the clover of this meadow,
This spring has dawned
On this fragrant lawn
Beneath my favorite willow.
The city’s fine
In winter time,
But we long for rolling hills,
An open plain
Kissed by rain
And the smell of furrowed fields.
So ... we slip away
For a holiday,
Me, Myself, and Soul,
To a country space,
A springtime place,
Just to watch the flowers grow.
(1986)
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