For children: poems on inventing, drawing, waking; New Day
May 21, 1984
Boothbay, Maine
The fragrance of spring is fresh in the air, As swans glide gracefully Through the silent water
Leaving a rippled path behind
On which the dawning sun sparkles.
The birds begin to sing
As animals wake and rise.
The sun begins another day
Filled with song and sound.