BY FIONA CUMMINGS
As the fields of yellow
Fill my heart with feelings so mellow
The fragrance of lilac blooms
And the sounds of the black birds tunes
My heart falls in love with this time of year
Easter bonnets
Little fluffy rabbits
New born lams
Bouncing in the farm lands
The bitter winter goes to sleep
As the Easter season begins to creep
Slowly dark turns to light
And our days can kiss the night
A land of promises for better days to come
Where baskets are full of fun
On a pew I perch
Such a view from my church
All gathering to pray
For this special day
Easter Sunday
© Fiona Cummings
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