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Poetry Corner for Aug. 29

The Promise

Spring, oh sweet spring.

She’s out there waiting

In the wings.

We eagerly await for her entrance

After such a cold, cruel winter.

Yearning for her zephyr breezes,

The feeling of sun’s warmth,

Bird’s songs,

And balm of warm evening walks.

Oh, here she comes,

Her entrance so dainty,

As she dances in, sweet, bright, warm.

Bringing in all her promises.

Oh, but wait! Her dancing is stopped!

Another blast of cruel winter is

Now ascending upon her.

And she quickly dances away

And makes her exit.

She is gone for now

But her promises remain.

Jan. L. Nelson of Duluth