Laughing horse withWindblown mane and tailPlayfully listingLaughing, laughing at the showFlowers waving to the beatOf spring's sweet Sunshiny music.

Running down the hillsideSunlight in her hair,Through the new spring grasses And wildflowers singing there.Innocence of childhoodFree of fear and careNot a note of worryBeautiful and fair.

Grandma used to dye eggs. Before we arrived, they were done.She sent the uncles out to hide themIn tufts of spring grass where tulips and daffodilsRivaled the ovals with swirls and speckles of blue,Green, yellow, red, orange, and purple.She didn't like the mess kids made.Dip and dunk, drip and dribble,Making rainbows of white eggshells,But I love the... Continue Reading →