Star Spangled Banner in Spring



Star Spangled banner in spring

This balmy spring,
Once again a welcome moment,
swans swimming in the pond,
the woodpecker bang, bang, bang.

An occasional clear sky,
The sun a fiery globe,
A puddle here and there,
The snow giving up its horde.

The banner on a lofty perch,
Spread fully by a blowing wind,
Dotted glimmering glint,
Of random stars and stripes.

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