Our Class Poet Speaks of a Return of Spring

TIME "MARCHES" ON

On every branch, the tiny buds are swelling,
Green creeps across the lawn,
Sparrows return, to seek a summer's dwelling,
The snows and frosts are gone.

Hope rises with the sap in sugar maples,
Spring's tapping at the door,
Blossoms will soon arrive, a season's staples--
We draw new breath once more.

What matter, that our skins show spots and wrinkles?
That hair is thin and gray?
The stars advance, and Sirius still twinkles.
Rise, and address the day!

RR 3-1-08