April, dear April, I beg you come soon – <br />And bring your sweet primroses too. <br />Let them join in with the daffodils’ play, <br />As skies offer sunshine anew. <br /> <br />April, dear April, my blessed spring child, <br />Ornate in your yellow and white, <br />Teasing the birds into trilling their songs <br />And dancing to music of flight. <br /> <br />April, dear April, come enter my dreams <br />And rid me from cold winter chills. <br />Banish the rain and those blustery winds <br />And warm up our countryside hills. <br /> <br />April, dear April, I know you can’t stay - <br />You have to move on ‘till next year. <br />And though I shall cherish the glory of summer, <br />You’ll always be my month most dear. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />From: Succumbed to Thinking by Mark Raymond Slaughter, lulu.com <br />Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009 <br />All rights reserved <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />April April April April <br />April April April April <br />April April April April<br /><br />Mark R Slaughter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/april-dear-april/
