When blossom drapes the orchard boughs <br />Like freshly fallen snow, <br />When sleeping lands begin to rouse <br />And slowly start to grow, <br />When daffodils do grace the way <br />And shine like burning gold, <br />It is indeed a fine display <br />When springtime does unfold. <br /> <br />When bluebells light the woodland floor <br />No better place to be, <br />Than when that ocean sweeps before <br />In all its majesty, <br />And when the hawthorn's dressed in white <br />And borders every field, <br />It fills my heart with such delight <br />To see it thus revealed. <br /> <br />When daisies in the meadow rise <br />And open in the sun, <br />And swallows swarm the April skies <br />I know that spring's begun, <br />And when the birds shall sweetly sing <br />From every branch and tree, <br />Each joyful note that they will bring <br />Shall mean so much to me. <br /> <br />When blossom drapes the orchard boughs <br />Like freshly fallen snow, <br />When sleeping lands begin to rouse <br />And slowly start to grow, <br />When winter's cold is at an end <br />And browns then turn to green, <br />Those precious gifts the spring shall send <br />The greatest ever seen.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-blossom-drapes-the-orchard-boughs/
