Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

Callings~


Clearly Spring has come calling
Of emerald-green leaf- to show
Of pastel pink bloom- rearing
'Tis a season O' renewal we know;
Of fragrances-perfumed- wafting
Of flight of Sparrows wing
Of humble bumble bee pollinating
Of warblers- a choir to sing;
The gardens- ever ripening
Of vegetables & fruit refined
Mother Earth and her rains misting
God's blessed sod- most divine;
Come sailing rays O' sunshine-glowing
Radiant energy- -stimulating flow
A season of nurturing nature
Blessed by our Creator to grow;


March 31,2013

By, Theodora Onken


Dedicated to my son
On this his birthday

Submitted: Sunday, March 31, 2013
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