The earth wakes from its long slumber. Her mantle of white is now running In playful streams among the reeds; Renewing the homes of geese and ducks, And all those who love the water.
A slow creeping green overtakes the hills. The young calves lie lazily upon their slopes; Sunning themselves and dreaming of grass. The crocus appears and the prairie Is painted in pastel colors.
Crows and hawks and peregrine falcon Sail about as kites on a windy day. The redwings arrive - a massive troop, And begin a chorus of sweet April music. Meadow larks sing from fence posts.
The good black earth is drinking in the sun; Warming for crops of wheat, barley, and oats. Wheat for bread, barley for beer, And oats to feed both man and beast. Give thanks everyone!
