A Saturday Morning in Tappan
The sweet song of the song bird
Heard is the lilting grace
The rising sun
Felt is the splendor of light
The grass lush and new
Felt is the joy of Mother Earth
Flowers in opulent bloom
Be these the smiles of Creation
Such be the treasures of this presence
Embraced within the folds of the warming sun
And I a child of Aries
In a joyous awakening to BEING.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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