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Spring is in the air? Is it not in our inner person as  it
gives  forth the invisible qualities veiled to the naked eye?.

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Perhaps, it’s an ensign, a promise, a seed in fertile
Soil, unlocked by April showers freshness.

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Resurrecting nature’s dormant treasures: pines, roses,
Apple orchards girded in a glorious pageantry of life..
					
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Into peaks and valleys of our existence we go spreading our
wings like mighty Eagles for greater flight and greater heights. 

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No Remembrance of the cold winters behind us; but enjoying
Every second life’s contrasts: a journey, repose, a mountain,
A valley, a robin, a baby. 

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Grateful for the arrayed of unselfish friends, which can only
Give once the harsh adversities of the long winter of life
	Is far behind us. 

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I dedicate this poem to a friend of 26 years; Al Slocum! May the
Lord bless you and keep you! Al, thanks for the encouragement.