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By Paul Hutton.
A little patch of snowdrops
A little patch of snowdrops, Mary spied
Huddled below a shivering pear tree,
"Look over here, the first this year" she cried
And their pleasant picture delighted me.
I walked over and knelt beside my wife
And I looked at the flowers intently
I thought about their brief and hardy life
And compassion made me touch them gently.
The sky grew dark and it started to rain
So we rose and left before the storm came
And by our fire I saw them again
Smiling out at me from every flame.
Soon they'll be followed by their vernal friends
The crocus, daffodil and the bluebell
Those early visitors whom nature sends
But will I see them next year, who can tell?
Written by Paul Hutton.
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