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Katherine Smith Matheney

When Spring arrives upon the scene
With grass and trees all turning green,
The birds then seem to take a cue
And build their nests all fresh and new.

The flowers soon awake once more
In shades of color at my door,
Spring just arrived this morn at awn
On yonder hills and far beyond.

Spring never ceases to show her best
In pretty Springtime color dress,
And never puts her time aside
Her loveliness to run and hide.

When as the worlds in slumber deep
Spring's beauty too shall fall asleep,
To usher in so sweet and fair
The sights and sounds of Summer rare.