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As the first buds of Spring
peep from the dark brown earth, children awaken from their wintry hibernation like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, and race to the emerald green fields to play football. The sound of laughter rings in the new season.
Jennifer Duncan
31/3/2022 09:32:14 pm
This is really lovely. Thanks for the uplifting poem.
Sandra James
31/3/2022 10:14:31 pm
Lovely, Peggy! I can hear that laughter and smile 🙂
Sue Clayton
1/4/2022 01:54:44 am
Spring is a time of renewal. What better way to begin renewal than with the sound of children's laughter.
Alyce
1/4/2022 05:37:45 am
I agree with the others- this is really lovely. Comments are closed.
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PoetryThis is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most. 
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