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The following poem was contributed, and we hope you will -enjoy it as much as we have.
“Budding Life”
By John D. Coatlow Springtime—and a baby red; Blossoms, pink toes, curly head; These are the things that bring us
joy. ' ■ * * Purest Gold—without alloy. Daffodils and jonquils grand Bloom to beautify the land; Greater beauty we may see In a child at Mother’s knee. Violets in a shady nook Peep at us along the brook Dancing eyes, Oh, what a pair! Violets can’t with them compare. Tulips red and pink and white, Thrill us with great delight; Little mouth we love to kiss Fills us with a greater bliss. Pussywillows, oh, so sleek, How we love them on our cheek; But a baby's soft carress Smooths away life’s cares and stress. God made them both, and both are sweet, % Little buds and pattering feet; Pure and wondrous—undefiled, Springtime flowers—a little child.
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