Yes, I remember the first day of spring.
Weeping Willow’s dancing in the breeze.
Frozen lakes and rivers now running free.
Eagles flying high over cherry blossom trees.
It’s at this time when the air is sweet and clean.
It’s like a sweet and tender kiss coming off the ocean breeze.
Little old ladies scrubbing steps on bended knees.
I remember the first day of spring.
BY LENNY JAYNES