Sunday, March 09, 2014
Sunday Morning Peace
It's Almost Time!
for Spring, that is.
Loved this cute poem.
So aptly describes how I feel
even though I'm thankful for all the days God gives me.
The First Bluebird
Jest rain and snow! and rain again!
Then snow! and thaw! and slush! and then--
Some more rain and snow!
This morning I was 'most afeard
To wake up--when, I jing!
I seen the sun shine out and heerd
The first bluebird of spring!
Mother she'd raised the winder some;
And in acrost the orchard come,
Soft as an angel's wing,
A breezy, treesy, beesy hum,
Too sweet for any thing!
The winter's shroud was rent apart--
The sun bust forth in glee,
And when that bluebird sung, my hart
Hopped out of bed with me!
--James Whitcomb Riley
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