Away with care–erase the frown;
April’s touching field and town.
The grassy plot below the hill
She’s yellowed with the daffodil.
In the creek, glad waters race
Reflections of her laughing face;
Bursting buds and busy birds
Find praise for her, outdoing words.
Happily lilting on her way,
She’s unperturbed by the thought of May!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, April 11, 1950
