Wait For the Springtime

Wait For the Springtime
(Playing ~ "Blue Bird of Happiness")

The cold winter rain is coming down in a slow, steady drizzle.
The bare twigs of the trees, like tiny fingers forming
lacy patterns against the gray sky, can hardly
be seen through the heavy mist.

Old Glory lies limp against the flagpost. The scene
is utterly dismal and forlorn, but it will not always be so.

Soon the spring breezes will begin to blow ~
lifting Old Glory high in the sky. The boughs
of the trees will come alive in all their green
finery once more, and the birds will twitter
cheerily among the leafy branches.

The sky will be blue as only the sky can be,
and fleecy clouds like huge bales of cotton
will sail through this heavenly sea.

Such is life.

There are times when life may seem
just as dreary as a winter's day, but
there will always be another springtime.
Then everything will be different.

The spirits will be lifted high on the
breeze of emotion with Old Glory.
The heart will sing in happiness with the
birds, and life once more will be perfect bliss.

So should we not be willing to take life
as it comes and with hope and anticipation
look forward to those bright hours
which are yet to come?

Be content with what each day may bring;
there are always times for the heart to sing.
And then tomorrow when spring is here;
life will seem ever more dear.

~ by Mary Ann Shropshire
Eleventh Grade

Printed in the Central High School
(Chattanooga, Tennessee)
ECHOES, 1946-47
Copyright © 2000 by the author

The Foreward reads: "As judged by the majority of the English Department,
consisting of fifteen members, this volume represents the best creative work
of the pupils, submitted during the year 1946-47."

Thank you to my good friend, and college roommate, Mary Ann, for allowing me to use
this beautiful and insightful essay written during her high school days.

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