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by Maralee Gerke
copyright 02-28-2002

Age Rating: 13 +

Newly turned soil,
Becomes a receptacle for renewal.
It holds promises
Of ancient longing.
Buried deep-
Natural alchemy begins.
Conjuring a magical revival,
Of sprouting life.
Spring comes,
Wild and blooming.
Freshening the earth,
Restoring the natural order
Of the seasons.
Bringing raw, verdant,
Desire to gardeners.

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        06-12-2009     Vanessa Anderson        

I love that feeling you get when the first flowers of spring start creeping through the ground. The snow has melted away finally... the frost has pushed away... a huge yawn after a long nap!!

        04-06-2002     Peggy Bertrand        

Rhyme is beautiful images stunning. thank you.

        03-08-2002     Nancy Pawley        

I love anything to do with nature, but alas, my gardening skills are sorely lacking.
A wonderful poem,

        03-02-2002     Bob Church        

Nice flow... the timing is very good. Good job!

        03-01-2002     Sharron Tyrrell        

yeah it is kind of like that when spring arrives and I smell newly turned earth ... Great poem

        03-01-2002     Melissa Rives        

This is just the flow of words, and the wisdom within them!

        03-01-2002     Peggy Bertrand        

A wonderful piece and a tribute to gardners, gardens and to God for having seasons.

        02-28-2002     Kay Lee Kelly        

Rebirth and renewal, it is hope for all.

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