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Magic

Magic by James F. Higgins

 

MAGIC

Magic.. ay.. pure magic..,
as winter starts to fade
Such glories.. and such wonders..,
our loving FATHER'S made
The sights.. the sounds.. and oh those scents
forgotten frozen days
And there comes the music..,
springs symphony.. it plays
Reeds sound a haunting honking..,
while V's fly to the north
Percussion rolls.. excitement builds..,
buds appear.. and then burst forth
Woodwinds are heard.. as birds return..,
and dance.. and sing for hours
While brass.. and strings both combine..,
grass that's green.. and flowers
Magic.. ay.. pure magic..,
as winter starts to fade
Such glories.. and such wonders..,
our loving FATHER'S made

                   James F. Higgins