The grand Lord knew, after the white and the blue,
Of the cold, crisp fortnights of chill,
After stark star lights and short day sights,
And iced-over bridges at the bottoms of the hill,
After sleet’s solid rain and the snow flakes again,
And the humdrum of life in confinement;
That man needed to sing – he needed spring –
The Lord’s annual perfection of refinement. -eab, 3/29/80
Penned in Friendsville, Tennessee, located in western Blount Co.
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