Spring is in the air and on the marshes everywhere
Walk of humid miles to miles upon this marsh a golden child
Born of Earth with cheeks of roses nose held high as Earth reposes
Tiny footsteps barely speaking upon rocks with sneakers squeaking
Finding pebbles here and there, laughter whispers deep to share
Eyes glued on a Great Blue Heron...wee green orbs, two pair for sharing
Tiny dimples tell it all from the heart of this wee one...small
Fingers spread a wet palm out,"Squirrels eat these?" he squeals and shouts
Then his curious side gets wild as a laugh breaks free from this glowing child
Marshes, nature, evening stroll...hands of wisdom a woman holds
A wand of pleasure for a child who walks these marshes wet and wild
Pickup stick of oaken ,mossed... but for a boy a thing to toss
Painted Buntings add more color to the fireflies light that flutters
Magic walk of peace and serenity lessons for a young one's Divinity
Evening shadows start to dim when two deep shadow's walk descends
Upon this river creatures swoon as night falls down upon Half Moon.