Spring
By Pat G
So gently borne on winds of spring the morning stir of feathered things. In grasslands round a sleepy town, by rock bound shores and shallows, a breathless, cooing soothing sound - a muttering of mallards, as day awakes and dawn abounds with symphonies and ballads. Written February 18th, 2002 © on Feb 18 2002 05:25 AM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"So gently borne on winds of spring..."