The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

50: Georgia, My Dear

Georgia, my dear
I cannot live out the month of March
Without seeing your smiling face
And remembering the goodness of your soul.
The earth is dressed in apple green once more.
Cherry blossoms return to Robin Road,
And the sweet perfume of Spring fills the air.
And you? Your spirit is laughing
And singing down by the garden swing.
Sweet Laura Lee has joined you now,
Laughing and singing
Safe and warm and snug
Longer than forever
In the wonderous arms of God.

March 18, 2010

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