SPRING

                        GREEN SCENE

The color green belongs to spring, Which splashes it about. On nearly every growing thing, That pops a bud or sprout. Against the white of winter time, Spring’s green is fresh and new. With lettuce, Laurel leaf, and lime, And peas and honeydew. Appearing in new gowns of green, The reawakened trees. Are graceful as they bow and lean, A-dancing in spring’s breeze. Each season with it’s own bouquet brings color new and clean, But surely, spring, this lovely way, Has blessed the world with green.

———Roy Schaefer

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SPRING

                        GREEN SCENE

The color green belongs to spring, Which splashes it about. On nearly every growing thing, That pops a bud or sprout. Against the white of winter time, Spring’s green is fresh and new. With lettuce, Laurel leaf, and lime, And peas and honeydew. Appearing in new gowns of green, The reawakened trees. Are graceful as they bow and lean, A-dancing in spring’s breeze. Each season with it’s own bouquet brings color new and clean, But surely, spring, this lovely way, Has blessed the world with green.

———Roy Schaefer

SPRING

                        GREEN SCENE

The color green belongs to spring, Which splashes it about. On nearly every growing thing, That pops a bud or sprout. Against the white of winter time, Spring’s green is fresh and new. With lettuce, Laurel leaf, and lime, And peas and honeydew. Appearing in new gowns of green, The reawakened trees. Are graceful as they bow and lean, A-dancing in spring’s breeze. Each season with it’s own bouquet brings color new and clean, But surely, spring, this lovely way, Has blessed the world with green.

———Roy Schaefer