Song of the Sod

Beneath the sleeping sod

Lies a song

Humming soft and low

Awaiting the rebirth

Of Spring’s coming

When all things begin to grow

I hear its melody

Reflected in the daffodils I see

Foot soldiers of the season about to begin

When all will burst forth and join in

With full chorus resounding

And greening all surrounding

Of winters long chore

And, I, on my feet, shouting...

"Encore… Encore…"

©February 9, 2009

Faye Sizemore