Early Spring Poem


Early Spring was an Indian maiden
sitting by the stream
Silver Moon was as brave as the wind
and he loved Early Spring
He sat beside her
as the water flowed
and whispered in her ear
Oh be my Early Spring
Oh be my Early Spring this year

And Early Spring looked into his eyes
and saw the Silver Moon his bravery hid so well

so in this the tale I tell
this story to provide
Early Spring and Silver Moon
and the stream you walk beside

david michael jackson


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