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SPRING IN THE CITY
I saw a crocus blooming in the park,
I felt a hint of magic in the air,
I heard faint music sighing everywhere,
And so, as all the world, grew softly dark --
I found again the hope that never dies,
And hungrily, with out-flung arms, I came
Once more to you. And when you spoke my name
I read springtime eternal in your eyes!
Margaret E. Sangster
In your heart, keep one still secret spot where dreams may go and be sheltered so they may thrive and grow.
Louise Driscoll
Karen Carpenter's doorbell chimed the first six notes of "We've Only Just Begun."
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