Apple Blossom Time

I saw the robins in springtime,
As dawn came shining through.
I was awaken, by their presence,
As the earth soaked up the dew.
I saw the first apple blossom,
When dawn turned into day.
I was walking in my garden,
That brightened up my way.
I saw a beauty in my pathway,
As the day drew to a close.
Oh! what a beautiful sunset,
Painted blue, gold and rose.
A sunset, of a busy day so fine,
It filled my heart with gladness.
When robins come back again,
I know it's apple blossom time.

by Grace R. Baldwin

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