Thursday, February 20, 2014

Tis EASTER TIME The Breath Of Spring...Poem



 ‘Tis EASTER TIME  
  
‘Tis Easter time the breath of spring, .................................................................................................      The woodsy tang new life is everywhere, .................. .....................................................................         The sleeping seeds are waking,......  ..................................................................................................  Their heads peep from earthly tombs................................................................................................      Sing you buds everywhere..................................................................................................................       ‘Tis Easter time..................................................................................................................................

Tis Easter time,                                                                                                                                                                                         Crocuses sign in and gladness comes,                                                                                                 With kind regards come from the daffodils                                                                                          The roses sing I love  you,                                                                                                                                                                        Chime all yea flowers                                                                                                                                                                                          ‘Tis Easter time.

The meadow larks and robins                                                                                                                                                                             Fly into to town, in joyful play,                                                                                                          They swing on boughs they                                                                                                                       Trill in ecstasy, they show their joy,                                                                                                                                                             Sing all birds 'ore the land                                                                                                                                                                                  ‘Tis Easter time.

Run yea little brooks, run to the sea,                                                                                                                                                                  Your cold water leaps, leaving an echo                                                                                                 That rings out where your waterfalls are,                                                                                                  Passing ore rocks making ponds, passing                                                                                                                                                                    By meadows, passing the hymn of the pines                                                                   
‘Tis Easter time.

With magic touch o'er glen and mountain side,                                                                                        Run little brook, carry the perfume from the                                                                                      Lilys that awoke, in gray mornings,                                                                                                                                                                 Run to the twisting moonbeam adrift on the bay,                                                                              Carry past city’s, the mountains the  bird’s glee,                                                                                      Carry the joy of the spring as you wander to the sea.                                                                                                                         
‘Tis Easter time.                                                                                                                                      I’ll wear a dress the color of marmalade                                                                                                 With a border embroidered in blue                                                                                                      The color of the edge of a meadow                                                                                                         A matching hat round as a top that spins, with                                                                                          An elastic band to hold it under my chin.

Brand new shoes whiter than cream                                                                                                                                                       And heart-shaped golden buckles that gleam,                                                                                          A purse of butterfly blue, with a penny for you                                                                                      A penny for me, to buy a glass of lemonade,                                                                                            We’ll skip hand in hand when we go to church,                                                                                     Tis Easter time.                                                                                                                                                                                              
I’ll meet the Easter Bunny on Easter morn, before the cocks were crowing;                                           I asked where you are going. “Tis in the house and out of the                                                         House-a-tipsy, tipsy-toeing, I’m a going, Tis round the house                                                           And ‘bou                                                                                                                                             What is that of every hue you carry in your basked?                                                                             “Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue, I wonder that you ask it.                                                                                                            

“Tis chocolate eggs and venom eggs and eggs of red and blue,                                                           For every child in every house on bonny Easter day.”                                                                               He raise his ears he winked his eye and twitched his little nose,                                                              He shook his tail stood on his toes,                                                                                                           “I must be gone before the sun comes up                                                                                              The east is  a glowing.

Tis almost time for bells to chime                                                                                                                                                         He said as he hippety hopped away,                                                                                                                                                           All within is love                                                                                                                                                                                            Joy forever more.                                                                                                                             Consecrate your life a new,                                                                                                                       Tis Easter time.                                                                                                                                                                          
May God give you the faith it takes,                                                                                                         To make your dreams come true.                                                                                                                                                                  May his love and wisdom always help,                                                                                                  To guide you on your way.                                                                                                                     May his light shine down upon you                                                                                                                                                             On your Easter Day.

Easter is the gift of HOPE,                                                                                                                                                                      Easter is the gift of PEACE,                                                                                                                                                                           Easter is the gift of LOVE,                                                                                                                    Let, us rejoice in Him, Who gives all.                                                                                                                                                                                                       Tis Easter time.                                                                                                                                                                         THE END   

DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.  

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