( Reflection from post WW 1, appreciation of life and nature, and the hope of spring and new life...)
That shakes the naked shadows on the ground
Making a keyboard of the earth to strike
From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound
Bear witness to me that I love my life
All things that hurt me and all things that healed
And that I swore it this day in March
Here at the edge ...
of this new-broken field
You only knew me
...tell them I was glad
For every hour
since my birth....
And that I ceased to fear
................as once I feared
The last complete reunion with earth.....
"Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.."
-Virgil A. Kraft
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