I Love to Write of Many Things

I love to write of many things.
The welcome song the robin sings,
An early Spring to celebrate
A victory over Winter’s fate,
Of tiny leaves on waking trees
Kissed gently by a kinder breeze.
Of baby birds discovering wings.
I love to write of many things.

I love to write of many things.
Of lazy days that Summer brings
When school is out and children play
The entire lazy time away,
Of beaches and of forest trails
For all adventurous guys and gals,
Of playground monkey bars and swings.
I love to write of many things.

I love to write of many things.
More dazzling than the garb of kings,
Of Autumn days when Summer’s blast
Becomes a cooler breeze at last
And blushing trees before they bare
Their brightest evening colors wear
(That time of year when school begins.)
I love to write of many things.

I love to write of many things.
As Winter’s snow in silence clings
On lifeless forms and vigil keeps
While peacefully all nature sleeps.
Like kittens stalk with curious eye
A quiet white seeks where to lie
And holidays are happenings.
I love to write of many things.

I love to write of many things
Life’s Winter, Summer, Fall, and Spring
Of every thought, of every part
Of all the seasons of the heart,
Of all the things in life’s embrace,
Of every trial and every grace,
Of hope that gives our dreams their wings.
I love to write of many things

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