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Heading toward the crest of Long Hill
Down Into the opening Champlain Valley
There was a silvery band along the horizon
Like a fat ribbon on a gift
Below a thick bevy of dark gray clouds
The Valley spread out streaked bands of melted snow
Old corn rows     some timid turkeys foraging
And the trees, the trees were standing so tall
Limbs uplifted
Reaching, the tips turning
Hues of pink and burgundy   
I felt those limbs
Lifting my own
 
Those trees  
Unwavering in their tether to earth.  Tall tall trees
Who have born the long harsh winter
Wind snow sleet animals passing
As they would and could for shelter
But the trees there, always there
 
Strong    tall   arms now risen   
Welcoming  Spring  
Their uplifted hallelujah  Yes
Bring it on   they say  
And I join them
Blushed with the rush of awakening
Yell it to the Valley
Yes      
Bring it on
Bring it on
We are ready.