Sunday, April 3, 2011



by Poet Velma D. Bates

Oh, spring came to my garden 
And caught it unaware 
Wearing just a few old leaves 
And a dejected air.

But when spring left my garden, 
Its work so deftly done, 
Many, many Daffodils
Were dancing in the sun.

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