
I didn't think about it that it is your birthday when I talked with you today, but Happy Birthday !!!
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
No comments:
Post a Comment