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Merry are the souls of Spring,
With many birds a-wandering
As they gracefully fly
Through the beautiful blue sky.

The sparkling lake is glittering,
The robins are twittering.
In the treetops nests are made
While the small ones in the birdbaths wade
As the day does turn dark.
The young hark For their mother's call
Then the family
Gathers in the tree To sleep happily.

by Johanna Koskinen Atkinson (Johanna wrote this poem when she was in the fifth grade at Josiah Quincy Elementary School in Boston, Massachusetts. She is now a third-year student at Antioch College in Yellow Springs, Ohio.) Johanna is the granddaughter of Laura and Stan Koskinen.