First my hand and the glass ir holds,
Than the tablecloth with rainbow folds.
On the table in a cobalt vase, stand three yellow
flowers
With such beauty I’m amazed.
Next comes the window big and wide,
Its many mullions my view cannot hide.
Then there’s the lawn brown now with spring,
And the wide old maples, where yet no leaves cling.
Beyond the lawn runs a little road,
That’s seen many a traveler with many a load.
Then the old cow fence on the other side,
Has a big farm gate now open wide.
The gravel pit is next where children once played,
But it’s quiet now its purpose betrayed.
Lovely green cedars march behind in a row,
Where have the children gone? Oh how quickly they
grow!
A man on a bike just came coasting down the hill,
His faithful black dog, following after him still.
Behind the cedars a little meadow rests,
I wonder what’s grown there, what animal’s it's guest?
On the other side of the meadow meanders the lovely
Blue Jay creek,
Where fisherman idles the hours as for trout and
salmon they seek.
And off beyond the creek a dear little white house
stands,
I'm told they welcome people from far and distant
lands.
The trees on the horizon, right now look dull and
gray,
But spring and her magic will drive the dullness
away.
And behind it all the sky where the sun is trying to
shine,
Oh the wonder of wonders, this lovely view of mine.
By: Bernice
Patterson April 2009
Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada
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