MAY’S PROMISE
By Dakin Morehouse
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‘Tis the merry merry month of May
When Mother Nature seems to stretch and say;
“Tis time for you little blossoms one and all
To open up and stand real tall.”
For once again, as in all the years
She rousts Jack Frost as warm weather nears,
Coddling and coaxing each sleepy flower
To aromatically blaze forth in pattern and color.
“Tis time for my every living thing
To waken to the dance of spring.
Each seed must sprout from whence its fallen,
For my Bees need nectar to trade for pollen.
My fledglings, cubs and kits and fawn
Each join the dance to celebrate the dawn
Of yet another fine summer to grow and play
Beginning with this month of May.”
How ‘mayday’ got it’s ominous call
I can't imagine, for to one and all,
On May Day the wonders just commence
With birthdays memories, love and romance.
So join together one and all!
Hear our Mother Nature's annual call
To celebrate the coming of Spring,
Another year - to dance and sing.
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By Dakin Morehouse
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‘Tis the merry merry month of May
When Mother Nature seems to stretch and say;
“Tis time for you little blossoms one and all
To open up and stand real tall.”
For once again, as in all the years
She rousts Jack Frost as warm weather nears,
Coddling and coaxing each sleepy flower
To aromatically blaze forth in pattern and color.
“Tis time for my every living thing
To waken to the dance of spring.
Each seed must sprout from whence its fallen,
For my Bees need nectar to trade for pollen.
My fledglings, cubs and kits and fawn
Each join the dance to celebrate the dawn
Of yet another fine summer to grow and play
Beginning with this month of May.”
How ‘mayday’ got it’s ominous call
I can't imagine, for to one and all,
On May Day the wonders just commence
With birthdays memories, love and romance.
So join together one and all!
Hear our Mother Nature's annual call
To celebrate the coming of Spring,
Another year - to dance and sing.
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