In early Spring the daffodils
and flashy tulips lunge for light.
Magnolia blossoms 'bout to burst
stretch heavenward for something bright.
A robin skips across the lawn
in search of worms, some tasty bugs.
Two squirrels romping crazily
flee up a tree as if on drugs.
Yes, Spring's arrived, injected all
with zest for life, raw energy.
These creatures, plants revitalized
take on a new identity.
I feel a rapture surging through.
My legs would like to leap and run
just like that boy did way back when.
But no I can't! I'm eighty-one.
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