| The winter had been sorta tough But not a disastrous one. The days had went by dull and gray And we'd missed a good bit of sun. My mood was also dull and gray A state of mind that winter did bring. Daily chorin' and feedin' the cows O Lord, I need to see spring. But now I reckon I'd probably best Slap a saddle on that ornery young horse. He needs more miles 'afore he's ready For a summers work of course. So we took off that horse and me With my attitude still sour and gray. And him all sharp just waitin' for a slip For which he could make me pay. Now after some miles and a little time When we'd rode a long ridge or two. The horse was settlin' and relaxin' a bit But we still had a dull and gray view. We had just come up a little hill When on a bit of color my eyes did focus. Small and soft, all purple and pale Why it’s the springs first dainty crocus. « Horse, do you have any idea What that crocus will bring? Others will follow and then the green grass It’s got to be just about spring! We sat there a while just lookin' at it Soakin' up it's color and hue. It sure had brightened a dreary day And my attitude right with it too. It's amazing how just some little thin Will coax your spirit into joyful dance. If you will stop and take a bit of a break. And just give it a half a chance. I gave the horse a nudge with my heels We set a pace to have us home soon. I rode into the yard on that dandy young horse Smilin' and whistlin' a tune. Copyright ~ Alan Johnson |
| Crocus |
Copyright ~ Alan Johnson
