Best Poem of D. S. Jones

The Song
I love these days when Spring is near
When rooms are filled with promised sun,
And fresh green growth reappears
Such hope within me rises.

Though wet still the fields may be
And cold the north wind blows
To see the tiny snowdrop's leaves
Their promised bloom entices.

Then from a perch a . . .
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One April Day
I want to remember the times we shared
But Time holds lock and key
To peek within the keyhole now
Is the cruelest of all charities.
The amusement now you hold so dear
Void of where your family lives
The Cavern of your life swept clean
A stroke has taken you there. . . .
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