S pring's Theatre There was once a field Through which the breath of spring Would wend her way; As if by chance To raise in dance A kaleidoscopic play. The dancers all were rainbows painted brightly on each wing, And dance they would In joyous light, As birds their chorus sing. A stage of flowers Swayed beneath The dancers as they swarmed, And deer and fox Would gaze upon The theatre god had dawned. And sounds orchestral Soft and sweet Would fill the morning light, Upon this field Where spring’s breath kissed Away the dark of night. by: John Woods ¤Aü§Póꆙ¤ 9th May, 2002 View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook |