SPRING

Up come the dancing flowers,

Down fall the pleasant showers,

Brightly the welcome sun doth shine

On the golden sweets where honey-bees dine.

Sweetly sings the heavenward lark,

Up in the sky is a sailing spark,

Where milkwhite clouds come sailing by,

Across the unladen peaceful sky.

Nan Lawe Age 11

Tullygrawley School