The sun was hid behind the hill
It’s glimmer rose both bright and still
And warmed the air in its ascent
While hope to its surround was lent.
Be grateful that this winter’s gone
Allowing us to carry on
There are so many tasks to do
Lets tackle all not just a few.
We’ll say a prayer that this will be
A season of fertility
Perform the best way we know how
To till the land and tend the plow.
Claire V. Bogdanos 