Not Exactly Hip Hop Mar4 by Joan Pine trees sway, branches waving in the wind. The big Spring dance begins. JDG Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related
I am looking outside my window now seeing two elms swaying in unison, branches waving like color guards (one of my daughters was a color guard!). This poem is a lovely way for us to connect across time and space. 🙂
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and Spring springs hope eternal
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