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When the rain is splashing down
On the fields and in the town
Singing winds begin to blow
And the flowers start to grow
How glad I am when I have seen
Those tender leaves of gentle green
They warm my heart and make it sing
For now I know at last it’s spring
Spring makes the world a happy place
You see a smile on every face
Flowers come out and birds arrive
Oh, isn’t it grand to be alive.
 

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lisa honecker:
Emily Dickinson's poem beginning with Dear March, is a cool poem to put out during the month of March.
Posted 03/21/2013 12:37 PM
TheSilverOne:
Thank you, Unknown author, for this burst of joy.
Posted 03/21/2013 10:48 AM
Dorcas:
Sweet and uplifting bringing to mind the way it was and what it should be. Thank you for posting this poem.
Posted 03/21/2013 07:21 AM
Larry Schug:
Spring, Yes!! It's only 7 below zero this morning at my house, but the winds aren't as strong as they were yesterday. Snow is up to my butt and ice is everywhere. But I agree--"Oh isn't it grand to be alive."
Posted 03/21/2013 07:21 AM
Eiken:
Still very cold in Ireland, a bit of colour in the garden but my Cherry Blossom is really afraid to bloom because of the salt winds by the sea here and the bitter cold. I have brought it inside and it is blooming in a vase but I can't take in the whole tree LOL. Maire x
Posted 03/21/2013 05:07 AM


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