Almost April
It is almost time for April
to arrive in colors bright.
Forsythia shines in yellow,
hyacinth in blue delight.
The wildflowers pop up pink, 
apple blossoms white as snow
while dandelions hug the lawn 
to begin the springtime show.
It is almost time for April
but it’s raining every day.
Can it be that all these showers
will keep falling until May?
© Freeda Baker Nichols
In my time, I’ve seen some dark midnights, and with God’s help, I’ve watched the daybreaks arrive. I love this song, and, perhaps you will like it, too. . . .
–Freeda Baker Nichols, “My True Sentence”
Shepherd’s Song
I long to hear the shepherd’s song
of peace and praise on yonder hill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
This is the place where they belong.
They graze among the daffodil.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song.
His music reaches to a throng
that gathers near an old windmill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
The voice of meadowlark is still.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song.
The world is good and nothing’s wrong
where music rings o’er rock and rill.
The sheep are bleating loud and strong.
It thrills my heart to hum along
and listen to the lark’s sweet trill.
I long to hear the shepherd’s song;
the sheep are bleating loud and strong.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
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