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What the land goes through each year

This Land.

_brae65z_400x400by K. S. Blackmore29 Jan 2019

Bewildering this land, just now in green,
All yesterdays long hidden under-scene.
Seen of the snowman in winter-tide,
Spring burst upon, tears spilled far and wide.
Yet to gaze outwardly upon this stage, is to see
The land a bake, bestows we,
Heavens thanked for our daily dough.
Vitality, might, grieve, all infuse the land green, go.