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As The Ice Melts
As the ice melts
on this warm spring day,
I hear bird calls
from not too far away.
I look over the lake
and see water breaking from beneath,
as the ice melts
a sure bequeath of spring.
The ducks fly overhead
looking for food to eat,
walking through a trail
snow crunches neath our feet.
No deer out today
they are down for a rest,
breathing in the fresh air
no need to feel stress.
As the ice melts
on this warm spring day,
taking in the beautiful sights
as horses eat their hay.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.26/2005
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