My father enjoyed learning to "recite" in elementary school and as a small child he had me memorize and recite the poems and passages he learned in school. Now that he's gone, every May 1, I recite a poem that, to me, means winter is finally over. I don't know who wrote it, or even if it is really a song, so if any of you out there know anything about it, I'd like to hear it.'Tis springtime, 'tis springtime, Cold winter is past;
Warm breezes are blowing and May's here at last;
The birds are returning, Their songs fill the air;
And meadows are smiling with blossoms so fair.
Warm breezes are blowing and May's here at last;
The birds are returning, Their songs fill the air;
And meadows are smiling with blossoms so fair.
2 comments:
I remember singing this song in grammar school. I could not remember all of the words but I too sing this song every May to signify winters end.
I am getting ready to sing it again this year. Thanks for reminding me!
I will take another photo this year as my flowers are just starting to show signs of almost May.
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