My mom typed this out today in the “Who Am I” page. I am so proud that she is posting and it is a very timely poem so I bumped it up here for everyone to enjoy.
Come walk with me in the springtime, Past the apple blossoms fair. Their fragrance was made in Heaven and drifts slowly through the air. Trees are starting to bud again and daffodils are breaking sod. Songbirds grace us with melodies, singing their praises to God. Rivers are singing sweet songs again, Spring air is fresh and clean. Brilliant colors are exploding everywhere and the grass is turning green. Iâ€™m overwhelmed at Springs beauty and shall savor it in my heart. I thank my God in Heaven who is the Master of all art.~ Shirley Hile Powell