It's Spring once more, I step out of the door

And head for the sun-drenched hills.

The frost is still down, all over my home town,

Now void of smoky factories and cotton mills.

Minuscule droplets of dew cling onto my shoes,

They sparkle like diamonds in a crown.

The sparrows are alive, have been since five,

Projecting their welcoming sound. Onwards I go, the wintry days of sleet and snow

Are now just a fading memory in my head.

The trees are still bare, but soon they will share

Luscious, green foliage, so generously spread.

Days such as this are like the perfect lovers' kiss,

They encourage warmth and comfort to the mind.

I'll continue to walk while listening to Nature talk,

And allow my heart and soul to unwind. By D P Crompton

Pimlott Road, Hall i'th' Wood, Bolton

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