BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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WHEN LAMBS WOULD DANCE EACH SPRING

Grand day in grand dig.
Just as happy as a jig.

Planting flowers and mowing grass.
Sun on your face as the moments pass.

Working the soil is a human measure.
To some it's work, to some it's pleasure.

You may measure your life in coffee spoons.
A gardener measures life in passing moons.

Coffee with the rising sun.
Stare at the stars when the day is done.

A seed will find a way to grow.
Given half a chance it's what it knows.

You can be its friend.
You can be its foe.

Or you can learn from what nature sows.