A warming swell creeps through the ground,
First felt by buried roots,
And suddenly, without a sound,
Here come the buds and shoots!
The little beagle flaps his ears,
He bounces up and down,
The winter's past, three hearty cheers,
Dance with me, Charlie Brown!
To give us hope, God sends us Spring--
Green leaves and blooming flowers,
Bright butterflies and birds to sing,
Good friends and happy hours.
RR 3-31-07
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