I’m happy on this gladsome day,
It looks like March, but feels like May,
For fields abound in daffodils,
The warmest breeze wafts through the hills.
The moon and sun both viewed aloft,
And both with hazy halos soft,
If I could jump like younger men,
I’d fore and backflip once again.
Now still within this mid-aged frame,
With mind and soul and heart the same-
As it once was when just a boy,
Unchanged; unmatched with boundless joy!
Can eyes or ears sense brighter days?
Sweet nature kissed by beauteous rays,
A golden sun filled tapestry,
While winds whistle a rhapsody!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 18, 2012
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