Now the sun is out
Down on St. Andrew's park
The kids are out to play,
From hibernation
Like prison break, they rush out
Great escape, from indoors
The smell of grass,
Flaps of butterflies, on nursery rhyme
The week has been long
Stories that made it through
The grape vine, no hold back
Sent chill on warm hearts
But time holds healing hands
Sparked by smiles on innocent faces
T' joy they share, "inseparable"
From healing hearts
Now the sun is out
Down on St. Andrew's park
And for today, joy is bestowed
Hooray to all
A wonderfully uplifting poem - thanks - shah from wordsinsync.blogspot.com
ReplyDeleteGood one.. good to see the sun out..
ReplyDeleteOh how nice... I can so relate... I love the itchy feeling of spring encroaching on winter!
ReplyDeleteThanks,
Meryl
http://departingthetext.blogspot.com
Nice imagery! Thanks for leaving your link at 'I Saw Sunday'. :-)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this...particularly the line about time holding healing hands, thankyou :)
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy all your poems. Nice one!
ReplyDeleteDropping by from SS. Happy Monday :)