I found this poem among Mom's saved collection. It was written in my Gramma Hoover's handwriting. :-)
Sweet memories.
April
April stood on tiptoe in the highest apple tree --
A most audacious little Redbird kept her company --
And, as she scrubbed the grimy sky, he chattered in her ear...
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Such a beautiful poem, Mary! It has been so nice to visit with you today...it's been a while since I found the time. God bless you, my friend, and I do trust all is well with you and yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Cheryl. Glad you could stop by.
DeleteThings have been challenging this year, but they are starting to look up, thank the Lord! :-)