I grew up in many small towns in Iowa and Illinois. Springtime was a special time. When the last snow melted, the sun shone brightly, creating rivulets on the ground and streets, it was great to be outside at last, enjoying the warmth, smelling the rich odors of the earth. Other children would gather about, playing marbles, building small dams, flying kites. The world seemed large and limitless and we played with abandon.Three poems by E. E. Cummings that have always helped me heighten my love of life and this time of year are “I thank you God for most this amazing”, “sweet spring” and “[in Just-]”.
Because of the restrictions that we currently have on socializing, I see many more people walking and enjoying the outdoors, conversing perhaps more than they have for a long time. I see that others, like myself, are also recalling memories of childhood, reflecting on their families, looking at old photographs and hoping for a better time.
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